Later that week, she and Kate were having drinks at the hotel bar.  Kate saw Tina had knocked down quite a few drinks already, and she was drinking everything in sight tonight: gin and tonic, cosmo, champagne.

The look of sadness that weighed on the blonde every since she’d arrived, and that Aaron had picked up on even through the video-conference monitor was still there.  No matter how much alcohol Tina put down, she wouldn’t be able to shake that look away.

Kate knew that look.  She had worn it one too many times already herself.  She decided to probe Tina a bit, see if talking about it would help the blonde.

“Hey, Tina, since you’re leaving tomorrow, anyway.  Why don’t you fess up about what’s been troubling you?”

“Whaaatt?,” Tina answered.

“C’mon.  You can’t leave me here in Paris not knowing something about what’s been bugging you ever since I landed!”

Tina sighed.  She knew her judgement was impaired right now, and that she was buzzed.  She had to talk about Bette to someone, though.  She’d been crying herself to sleep every night, and waking with dread every morning.  Maybe just a little bit of venting with Kate would get her through, at least until DC.

“Ok…ok…what is THE hottest thing anyone has ever told you?  Doesn’t matter if you were having sex already, or if you were about to… whatever.  Just the hottest thing?,” Tina asked, her eyebrows cocked.

Kate licked her lips.  Ooohhh this was going to be good.

“I don’t know Tina. It’s been so long since anyone’s talked dirty to me,” she chuckled.

“Do you want to hear mine?  Do you want to hear what the hottest woman I know, the sexiest thing on legs, as far as I’m concerned, said to me?” Tina looked at Kate facing her, a smile playing on her lips.

“Yeah, Tina.  I want to know,” Kate said, eyebrows arched, questioning. “What, what did she say?”

“We had just shared the best day I have ever had with anyone, and on to the most romantic evening you can dream off,” Tina began, as she swirled the ice in her drink, and she stared at it. “We finished slow dancing in this most intimate of places, and I’m burning up from all the kissing and necking we had been doing earlier, as well as during the dance.  She pushed me hard again the door of this cave we were in, shoved her knee between my legs, started rubbing her thigh against me, and I’m thinking I could just come right there and then.  Then she whispers in that sexy, husky voice, “You need to be fucked, like right now.”