Grabbing a t-shirt to cover herself, Tina headed out of the room.

"Teach her how to knock," Bette yelled after her.

‘Our kid?’ Bette returned to the thought. They had discussed, at some point, possibly having children. Bette knew it was something that Tina really wanted someday. But if, as a practical matter, it meant that she couldn’t ***** up her wife as often as she desired, Bette was more than happy to relegate that thought to the future.

There would be plenty of time when they could start a family. For now, Bette removed her pajamas and slipped under the covers, awaiting Tina’s return.

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Tina rapped gently on the guestroom door. Nothing. She tried again. "Shane?"

"Yeah?" came the voice from the other side.

"May I come in?"

"It’s your house."

Tina entered and found Shane already under the covers. "Is, umm, everything ok. Do you need anything?"

Shane indicated the queen sized bed. "What more could I want?"

The growling of her stomach answered Tina’s question more truthfully than the words, though.

"Oh I am such an idiot," Tina murmured to herself. "Shane, would you like some dinner?"

The younger woman acted as if nothing had happened. "I’m fine."

"Shane?" Tina’s rising tone showed her disbelief.

"Must have been something I ate, or something."

Tina gave Shane a hard stare, but the other woman wouldn’t fully meet her gaze. "Sure. Sure it was."

"So, I suppose you want to get back."

The reminder of what Shane had walked in on caused a blush to rise on Tina’s cheeks. But then she remembered her guest. "You know, I actually was going to the kitchen, first, to dig up a snack. Join me?"

Shane tensed up. "Um."

"I hate to eat alone."

"Ok," Shane agreed. "But just to give you company."

"Of course," Tina concurred.

She turned and walked towards the doorway. As she was just about to leave, she noticed the shelf near the door looked a little different. Tina took a second to remind herself of why she had taken this woman in. Letting out the breath, she continued towards the kitchen. "See you there," she said, over her shoulder.

Back in the bed, Shane carefully lifted off the cover. She looked at the objects that she’d stashed in the bed next to herself, using the bulky down comforter for concealment. Only one small painting and small figurine. Nothing that looked very valuable, and it wasn’t as if these two were lacking.