”Do you want a tour?” Bette bent her head to Tina’s right ear, and asked in a low, husky voice just above a whisper — impossibly sexy. Bette’s warm breath on her neck, electric hold on her hand, and caressing glances as they turned to walk away were triggering an intense physical reaction in the blonde.  Meanwhile, while bent, Bette had paused to inhale Tina’s scent, and found the combination of Issey Miyake’s classical perfume, waft of fresh lavender from the shampoo the blonde used, and Tina’ own natural scent co-mingled in Bette’s nose, intoxicating to the normally unflappable woman.

Bette reluctantly straightened up, and pulled Tina along to show her around. She explained, ”This is a part of the gallery that contains our video art collection.”

Tina was intrigued. ”Video art?” she asked, glancing at Bette, and wondering why she couldn’t tear her gaze away from Bette’s face, or why she wanted to snake her hands around her head to twist the soft curls on her nape around her fingers. They walked into the darkened hall, at an easy pace, while stealing sideways glances at one another.  There was only one other couple in the hall, and they were at the other end. Tina and Bette were largely alone.

“Can we watch one?” Tina asked, curiously.

”Of course,” Bette said, grinning as she released Tina’s  hand, only to lightly rest it in the small of her back.  She gently guided Tina to a curtained booth on their left, seemingly selected at random. Tina sat on a nearby love seat, as Bette drew the curtains close behind them. 

She turned to sit beside Tina, just as Tina unconsciously shifted in her seat, to adjust her dress, then resumed sitting.  Their thighs ended up touching, maintaining physical contact. In the dark, Tina was barely breathing. She stole a glance at Bette, eyes restlessly wandering up and down her profile, from the flowing hair, to her elegant brow,  perfect nose, and stopped at the pillow-soft lips that seemed perpetually turned up in a small smile.

She felt heat building between them, and she licked her own lips, wondering what it would feel like to press her lips against the inviting ones of this sexy, possibly unattainable woman. Without thinking, she tentatively reached out to touch Bette’s knee, where her hand was resting, as if to go back to her hand’s new-found home. Her unconscious gesture was rewarded with a warm smile.