”Turn around…” Bette drawled sultrily into Tina’s ear.

Keeping on moving her body sensuously, the blonde faced her dark-haired temptress, whose eyes were still closed. Leaning forward, Tina tilted her head and locked her lips with Bette’s. The brunette parted her lips, but not enough to let Tina’s tongue in. For a few seconds their lips just touched each other motionlessly, their breath merged into one until Bette took Tina’s head in her hands and pulled her forward for a full-on fervent kiss. While their heads and tongues were dancing in tact with each other, their bodies moved together to the next song, Love, Sex and Magic by Ciara and J. Timberlake. Under the pressure of Bette’s kiss Tina slightly crooked backward, giving Bette a good opportunity to squeeze her buttocks repeatedly. Drunk with lust, Bette and Tina didn’t even notice they had stopped dancing. Aligning their postures, they broke the kiss slowly and watched each other with hazy eyes.

”You’re sooo gonna get some tonight, Porter” Tina said through the music, shaking her head in awe.

Bette grinned like a Cheshire cat and with one last kiss the couple decided to go back to their friends. Just as they were about to step into the VIP zone, Bette noticed Kit sitting at the bar, talking with someone.

She turned to Tina. ”You go ahead, babe. I’m gonna go chat with Kit.”

When the blonde nodded, Bette quickly maneuvered through the crowd towards the bar counter. Almost reaching the destination Bette suspiciously eyed the woman that was towering over Kit, saying something into her ear.

”Kit” Bette called out, announcing her presence.

Kit turned around and beamed at her younger sister. ”Hey, baby girl! Have danced enough? You two lovebirds were radiating the whole dance floor!” She laughed along with the woman beside her.

Bette glanced at Kit’s glass that stood on the counter and the liquid seemed to be still club soda, which was a relief to Bette. The brunette then looked at the woman as she spoke to Kit. ”Who is this?”

Kit jumped. ”Oh, I’m sorry for my manners. Bette, it’s Kameron Rossi. Kameron, it’s my younger sister, Bette”

The woman held out her hand and shook Bette’s. ”Kit was just talking about you actually”