They both just look at each other for a moment, eyes glazed with lust, until Tina speaks.

“I am so gay” Tina declares wide-eyed.

Bette can’t help but laugh. “That’s good to know” she grins back at Tina.

Tina leans back in to kiss Bette. They kiss for a few moments, both knotting hands in each other’s hair. Bette knows that if she doesn’t stop now, it would prove to be difficult.

“T?” She says pulling back. Tina doesn’t seem to hear, and leans in again for another scorching kiss. “Tina” Bette says sternly. This seems to catch her attention.

She looks up at Bette, unable to speak.

“We need to go honey, the others are waiting for us” Bette says sympathetically.

“Can’t we just kiss for a bit longer?” Tina says pouting and leaning back in. Thankfully Bette has a grip of her hair, and pulls her back.

“If we don’t stop now, I will end up taking you here on the sofa.”

Tina grins, Bette laughs at her reaction. “And that is not how I plan your first time”

“How do you plan my first time?” Tina asks seductively.

“You will have to wait and see” Bette says, leaning in and quickly kissing Tina on the lips before pushing back and standing up, reaching her hand out.

Tina sits there for a moment sulking, resisting the urge to take Bette’s hand. Bette exhales, putting her hands on her hips. “Let’s make one thing clear. Sulking will get you nowhere with me, so I suggest you stand up now, or you will see my bite is far worse than my bark.”

Tina again feels the clench when she hears these firm words from the commanding brunette standing over her. How does Bette know the reaction this causes? Deciding she’s not yet ready to see Bette’s darker side, Tina immediately obeys, and stands before Bette.

“Good decision” Bette says, before picking up her bag and turning towards the door. “Shall we?”

Bette and Tina arrive at The Planet about twenty minutes later. The night descends in to drunken chaos as it usually does when Alice and Shane are involved. The time finally comes for them all to head home.

Bette for the first time witnesses Tina and her lack of tolerance to alcohol. She seemed fairly fine until she was required to stand, quickly falling back in to her seat. “Oh dear T, It seems someone may have had a bit too much” the brunette says, trying to take an arm and help her up.