Bette walked down the stairs. She had hoped to beat Tina to the living room, but when she heard the music playing and saw the amber lights glowing, she knew the blonde had beaten her downstairs. She watched Tina from the last step. Tina had her back to her, hands on the fireplace mantel, her hips swaying back and forth to the music. Her ass was covered in a pair of well-worn jeans and if she wasn’t mistaken Tina was wearing an old Yale t-shirt which was once hers. Bette chuckled to herself; so that’s where it went.

Tina looked up and saw Bette’s reflection in the large mirror resting on the mantel. She tuned quickly to face Bette, blushing that she was caught dancing. “Uh, hi,” she said nervously. “I was just waiting for you.” She grabbed the two glasses of wine and made her way to Bette, who joined her in the middle of the living room. “Wine?” She asked as she handed the glass to Bette.

Bette accepted the glass that was offered. Her fingertips lingered on Tina’s hand. “Thanks.” Bette took a sip of the red liquid, letting the flavors fill her mouth before swallowing. “I’ve always wondered what happened to that shirt. I never thought that you would have it.” Bette looked down at the shirt; the letters were lighter from how she remembered.

“I don’t wear it that often.” Tina admitted. “I took it the night I left…not on purpose. Somehow it was mixed in with my clothes.”

“It looks good on you. It did from the moment you slipped it on after we made love for the very first time.” Bette looked at the jeans Tina was wearing. “Are those the same jeans?”

“Yeah, if you take care of your clothes they can last forever. This pair has thinned, but they are softer. One day these jeans are just going to fall apart.” Tina took a sip of her wine. “I like what you’re wearing.” Tina admired the linen pants, the tunic shirt Bette and the sandals Bette was wearing. Her hair falling around her shoulders in soft waves. “I’ve always loved your hair down and at this length.” She confessed. “I liked the bob you had at the artists’ dinner you hosted, but this.” She touched Bette’s hair. “…this is my favorite.” She leaned in and stood on her toes to give Bette a kiss.