“What?” Bette walked over to her side questioning her innocently.

 Tina narrowed her eyes.

“Don’t play with me Bette!”

Bette reached for Tina’s hands which instantly molded into hers. These pair of hands made for one another. “Please Tina. I promise, just this one time.” She rubbed the top of her hands with her thumbs in a pleading manner.

“I did some research and well I just know you are going to fall in love with this artist.” Bette hadn’t met anyone who disliked the arts. Even if she did meet someone who didn’t find her fascination, she usually swayed their thinking with her knowledge and great communication skills.

“Well the artist is unknown… kind of.” She continued. “He or she is known as simply ‘Z.’ If you don’t like this, I promise no more art talk, no more art anything, okay? Please Tee?” Bette pleaded with her.

How could she not agree with those big brown eyes? God! Tina ruffled her blonde hair that she had worn down for the night.

“Mmmm” Bette cooed. Tina had just given herself an ‘I just rolled out of bed look.’

Tina read her arousal, narrowing her eyes. “Bette!”

“Sorry.” Bette chuckled, looking to the floor.

After a few minutes Tina announced her decision.

“Fine! Let’s go! But” she pointed a finger at Bette “remember you promised no more art talk, no more art anything after this, right?”

Tina walked ahead of her. Bette again was enjoying the view of Tina’s um, assets.

She looked behind her shoulder when she didn’t feel her presence besides her. “Are you coming or what?” Tina threw her hands in the air clearly annoyed. Bette found it cute. She lightly jogged up the steps meeting Tina. She then simply slipped an arm around Tina’s waist and joined the other patrons at the art exhibit. 

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“And this Tee is what they call….” Bette was off in her own little world. Tina was staring at her, appearing to look as if she was giving her undivided attention. She felt terrible for it, but she couldn’t find herself to listen. Art was something she didn’t understand. It didn’t appeal to her at all. She admired the passion that was felt through Bette’s words, but she really, really even with the words coming out from such a sexy woman, she found herself bored to death.