”Be-e-e-tte….,” Tina moaned, whispering softly into the brunette’s mouth.

Bette reluctantly, and slowly, ended the kiss. ”Let’s move bella,” Bette said lightly, pleased about Tina’s change in mood.  She’d thought it would be important for her and Tina to digest what had just been shared between the two.  Another lip-lock session would only distract from that.

“So where to next?,” Bette asked, as she took Tina’s slim hand, and they both turned to exit from the garden.

“Lunch?”

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Following lunch in a café that offered diners unobstructed views of the Parisian river scene, Tina and Bette hopped on a train to the Palace of Versailles. They spent the rest of the afternoon wandering the grounds of the Palace.  Twilight was falling by the time their train from Versailles ferried them back to downtown Paris.  The train from Versailles pulled into the station next to the Musee d’ Orsay.

They disembarked with a blissful feeling, and with arms criss-crossed behind them, each circling the other’s waist. With a relaxed stride, they walked up the pedestrian ramp to emerge into the street.

“My turn?,” Bette asked, turning to Tina, as they walked into the gathering dusk that began to envelope the city.

“I’m in your hands,” Tina responded smiling. Her part of the blissful day had ended, and she was glad they both clearly enjoyed wandering around the Paris Tina knew.

“Well then, we’ll begin with some dancing!,” Bette said, with a gleeful smile.

“What? Where?,” Tina asked, as she turned her head from one side to the next, and all around them, puzzled about where Bette could possibly take them to go dancing around the area.  She eyed Bette with suspicion.  Is she going to make me dance on the street?

“C’mon sexy,” Bette winked, dragging Tina across the street, towards the river.

They descended the ramp that led down towards the pedestrian rise next to the river, with a bounce in their steps.

Soon, Tina heard the pulsating throb of dance music blasting from a boat nearby.

“There?,”  she asked, pointing to a converted river boat.

“Yes, over there!”

The brunette excitedly pulled Tina toward the source of dance music; the sexy blonde was still shaking her head at the unexpected surprise of a party boat randomly docked, it seemed, on the river, pulsing with music at that hour.  You would never see something like this in LA!, she thought.