As Bette stepped back into the gallery, she took a deep breath hoping that her face wasnt too flushed. She swallowed hard and glanced down at herself to make sure she wasnt too disheveled. Her eyes widened at the sight of her exposed cleavage and she quickly buttoned up. She walked back into the main gallery, scanning the room for Tina and trying to avoid anyone who potentially wanted to engage her in conversation. She felt a hand in the small of her back and spun around, nearly knocking the glass of water Tina had in her hand. I was bringing you some wateryou look a little flushed, babe, Tinas face was thinly veiled with a concerned expression. Bette glared at her, narrowing her eyes until they were practically slits, but accepting Tinas offering nonetheless. Tina couldnt help but grin slightly, Ill be right back. But before she could take a step, Bette grabbed her hand tightly and pulled her closer, Where are you going? she whispered. Baby, I have to tinkle, and with that, Tina wriggled her hand out of Bettes and scampered away.

This time Bette didnt think twice and followed Tinas lead. She deftly meandered between the various clusters of people, finally reaching the hallway that led to the single-occupant bathroom. She reached the door and waited several beats before knocking softly, T? The door flew open and Bette felt herself being pulled in roughly by the collar of her shirt. Tina pushed her against the door, still holding onto Bettes collar with one hand, while the other snaked around the back of Bettes neck. Tina pressed her body into Bettes and brought her face close, teasing again. Oh, GodTinaI cant take this much longer, Bette moaned as she slipped her hands under Tinas camisole and caressed her lower back. Tina used her tongue to leave a wet trail that extended from Bettes collarbone to just below her earlobe. Youre torturing yourself, babe, Tina replied breathing hotly into Bettes ear.

Just then a loud knock startled both women, Is anyone in there? Tina pushed herself off of Bette, smoothing out her clothes. Bette just turned around and pressed her forehead against the door before shouting, Just a minute! Tina was checking her reflection when she felt Bettes arms pulling her into an embrace. Bette sucked on Tinas lips, pulling her close and lifting a knee to press between Tinas legs. Tina gasped loudly, and Bette seized the opportunity to push her tongue into Tinas mouth, feverishly twisting it with Tinas tongue. Bette pushed her against the wall opposite the door, devouring Tinas mouth and creating a steady rhythm with her knee. Tina pulled away suddenly, pressing the back of her head against the wall and finally mustering the strength to push Bette away, rather roughly. Both women were breathing heavily; Tina still leaning against the wall, and Bette reestablishing herself by the door. Bette licked her lips and grinned wickedly as she reached for the doorknob, Did that answer your question?

Tina chuckled hoarsely, turning to check herself in the mirror once again. Bette could hear the shuffling of anxious feet just outside the door and grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser and Tinas hand before opening the door. Well, maybe we can get some club soda from the bar Bette said as they stepped into the hallway, feigning to be wiping a stain from Tinas shirt with the paper towels. The woman waiting for the bathroom disappeared behind the door, and Tina quickly broke away from Bette, laughing out loud at her clever cover-up. Im very impressed, Bette, so quick and clever and cool! she whispered as she took backward steps down the hallway. Bette smiled back, leaning against the wall as Tina turned around to go back into the main gallery. Bette shook her head slightly, laughing to herself. This ***** woman, she mumbled, pushing herself off the wall and walking toward the gallery.

The rest of the night went by quickly. Tina spent most of it by the bar chatting with Michael, while Bette continued mingling with the guests. Bette looked over at the bar for the hundredth time, but realized Tina was gone. Her face was awash with concern as she walked over to where Michael was standing. Mikewheres Tina? she asked urgently. Michael smiled broadly as he continued to wipe down the bar, Took you long enough to notice. Bette let out an exasperated sigh and gave Michael a piercing look. Where the ***** is she? she hissed under her breath. Michael lazily leaned one elbow on the bar and cocked his head to one side, still smiling, She said she wasntlemme see how did she put itshe wasnt feeling well, she was feeling really, REALLY hotIm thinking a fever. Michael gave Bette a quick wink and added, I called a taxi and she went outside to wait for it. Bette, who up to this point was completely taken aback, seemed to snap back into reality, When?

Michael just held up both his hands to indicate the lapse of time and then hung his head laughing as he saw Bette rush for the front door, walking as quickly as she could without breaking into a jog. Pushing the door open, she ran up the sidewalk, looking up and down the street for Tinas getaway car. She spotted the taxi pulling out of the parking lot and started running down the sidewalk, but it was to no avail. Tina! she yelled as she watched the taxi pull into traffic and increase its distance from her. *****! she muttered, turning around to head back to the gallery. Her face was contorted with frustration: her brow wrinkled and the corners of her mouth tugging her lips into a small frown. As she placed her hand on the handle of the door, her expression suddenly brightened. She shook her head slightly as a smile crept across her lips. Tinayou are in so much trouble, she thought.