Bette was shaking her head, smiling widely.  “I. (pause) I (she tried again). I, um, I don’t know what to say, Tina,” she finally admitted.

Tina smiled back at her.  That’s a first!  But she decided not to tease, Bette.  Not this time.

“Say yes in the end," Tina asked, in a husky voice.

“Mmm… yes to being wooed?,” Bette asked softly, stepping closer, bending her head slightly.

“Or…”

“Just say yes to anything I ask,” Tina said softly, as she closed the gap between them to kiss Bette’s lips, moaning softly into the kiss.  Then she kissed Bette’s top lip, traced her tongue around Bette’s lips, and kissed and sucked the lower lip.

Bette moaned, “Then let me say yes, right now, to anything, anything you ask, baby.”

Tina asked, “Please close your eyes, honey, and let me lead you out.”

Bette closed her eyes, and Tina led her out of the bathroom, walking through the bedroom.  Bette sighed, “Smells sooo good in here.  Almost, um, sexy.”   Tina smirked, but said nothing.  That’s for later.  First things first.  Outside.

Tina opened the bedroom door, and led Bette out to the living room area, and closed the door behind them.

“Okay, baby, you can open your eyes now,” Tina instructed gently.

Bette’s breath caught.

“T….how… when…?”

Tina smiled as Bette looked around slowly.  There was a large bouquet in the center table, comprised of the same flowers of the bouquet Tina had just given her.  All around the suite smaller arrangements of the same types of flowers were scattered.  Candles were glowing all around, the only source of light in the room.  In the background opera arias were playing, and the current one was “The Flower Duet,” which had been a favorite of theirs, starting from the time when they had first met.  It was the aria playing in Bette’s car as they drove from the Gallery, after both Tina and Bette had separately seen Eric kissing another girl passionately in the Japanese garden of the Gallery.

“You are a romantic, Tina," Bette exclaimed softly as she continued to look around.

Tina shook her head, “I’m a romantic only for you, Bette.”

She took Bette’s hand to lead her to the table that had been prepared.  “You turned me into one, baby,” she said.