“Owww….you’re right!” Kate exclaimed, “that is the hottest thing.”

“So what happened?” she prodded Tina.  There was no way she was going to let the blonde go with just that hot juicy bit.

“What do you think?” Tina asked, in a challenging tone.

“You fucked?”

Tina nodded, put her glass down. Then stood up to leave.

“Best sex I’ve ever had. Or will ever have.  For hours.  Hours, Kate.  Fucked our brains out.”

“And when I woke up the next morning, all I could think of was doing it all over again.”

With that, she left the bar to make her way to her room, waving goodbye to Kate, whose mouth had dropped to the floor.

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Upon arriving that Saturday, Tina checked into the W Hotel that was near the White House.

Her head was a little achy still, from the drinks she had put down during her last night in Paris.

She hadn’t packed much for the trip, electing to box most of her stuff in Paris and all of Bette’s things that she’d left behind, and had sent them to L.A.  She’d been sobbing as she’d carefully packed the brunette’s clothes with tissue, wrapped her shoes in shoe bags, and sniffed long and hard on the maxi dress Bette wore on the last day they spent together.

Tina ran her key card across the reader, heard the door unlock, then pushed it in.  She was checking her mobile for any messages from Aaron, Kate, and others in the production team.  She pulled her roller bag in, and stumbled into the room.

She felt rather than saw a presence.

It was her nose that first picked up on the scent.  Unconsciously, she thought that she was imagining things, so dismissed the scent out of hand.

But her skin began to tingle as she stumbled into the room.  Was she seeing ghosts now?

“T”

Tina whirled around at the sound of that voice, the voice that haunted her dreams, and stalked her waking moments.

“Bette?”

Bette stepped out of the shadows, holding a pink rose.

She looked pale, haggard.  But beautiful. Still the sexiest thing on legs, as she described her to Kate.  Boy, I must look a mess as well, Tina thought.

After a pause of just looking at each other, they crashed into each other’s arms, mouths hungry, seeking the other, hands roaming restlessly, tongues licking desperately at the other.  Bette quickly worked through Tina’s buttons, but Tina, impatient, just pushed off Bette’s hands, broke their kiss momentarily, and roughly pulled the blouse over her head, tossing it aside.  Her mouth closed in on Bette’s again, as her hands tugged at the brunette’s top to pull it up.  They broke contact again, as she helped Bette pull her shirt off.