Then she noticed that the door to the bedroom was slightly ajar, and also lit up with candlelight. 

She was barely breathing as she pushed the door open and stepped in. 

She caught her breath. 

Rose petals were strewn all around the floor space by the bed, and a double-heart shape was traced out by more rose petals on the bed. 

Still no sign of Tina, though. 

Bette was beginning to lose hope.  While all of this was all very nice and ultra-romantic….without Tina, the heightened romance in the air brought about by the scented candles, rose petals, and flower arrangements was paradoxically more depressing to the brunette.  Tina.  Still wooing me with flowers.  Romance.  

With a sigh she pushed the bathroom door open, and caught her breath another time. 

There in the middle of a bubble bath, surrounded by more candles, and holding a single red rose – was Tina. 

Bette’s heart was in her throat, beating fast, as she dropped her things on the chair next to the bathroom entrance.  She held Tina’s gaze as she stripped her clothes off slowly, daring not to kiss her yet. Bette could see Tina’s eyes were darkening with lust, and desire as her clothing came off one piece at a time. Her own eyes were probably reflecting a hunger for Tina, too.  She knew the rest of her body was, at least, every cell aching to get close to the blonde.  To feel her, touch her, make love to her.  Tina.  I’ve missed you, and love you so. 

She entered the water, and moved slowly forward towards Tina, until she was sitting lightly on the blonde’s lap.  She shut her eyes, angled her head, and leaned forward slowly.  Her heart was hammering in her chest so loudly, she wondered if Tina had heard it. 

Tina met her halfway, and kissed her lips softly, planting a long, wet kiss on Bette’s upper lip, then slid her mouth down to kiss her lower lip, and only then opened her mouth slightly.  Bette’s tongue dipped in, searching for Tina’s; on finding it, she licked against Tina’s tongue langorously, curving, and stroking itself against the other.  Rediscovering its taste, curves, softness. 

Tina gently caressed Bette’s forehead with the tip of the rose she was still holding, as their kiss lengthened, then traced a trail down towards her cheek.