Tina realized she had completely lost track of what Bette was saying. Her mind tried to backtrack to the words that had already been spoken. Tina surrendered to the only question she wanted to know the answer to, finally interrupting whatever Bette was saying.

”I thought you said you were going to kiss me?”

”I will. I’m just savouring the anticipation.”

Tina reached to the side of Bette’s face with one hand, reaching up with her other arm to rest over her shoulder.

All it would take now, was the slightest move from either one of them.

Bette closed her eyes, but didn’t move towards her. Tina noted that Bette did have a hint of a grin.

Having lost what little patience she had, Tina leaned in to kiss Bette. It reminded her all at once what being with another woman physically could be. Warm, welcoming. And oh fuck was this making her wet. It had been so long since she felt this kind of desire.

Bette let her hands roam down Tina’s back and over the curve of her hips, bringing their bodies closer as the kiss continued. It was quite the way to start their evening together.

”Thank you,” Bette said quietly, once they parted.

”For?”

”Kissing me first,” Bette replied.

”Which is what you wanted.” Tina said.

”I wanted you to be sure.”

”Everyone who walked into my office commented on the lovely flower arrangement you sent.”

”Oh, I didn’t think of that possibility.”

”It’s nice to have a little mystery in my life again,” Tina said. ”Instead of having people assume they know everything there is to know.”

”Would you like to sit in the yard for a while?” Bette said. ”Before we go?”

”Yes, I’d like to see your yard,” Tina replied.

Bette turned to lead her towards the back of the house.

It was a cooler evening, but at least the rain from earlier in the week had held off for the day.

”Do you use the pool often?” Tina asked.

”Every day the weather allows for it,” Bette replied. ”Good for stress relief.”

”I’ve mastered a number of stress relieving techniques over the last year and a half…exercise, meditation, therapy, being a workaholic.”

”Do you have a favourite?” Bette asked.