“What?” Bette reached over and placed her hand on Tina’s thigh as she slowed the car down preparing to pull into her driveway.

“I just feel like a failure, you know?”

“A failure?” Bette turned off the engine, and pulled Tina’s gaze away from the window. “Tina, you didn’t fail anyone.”

“I did, but you know what? I’m not going to let them get away with this.  I’m not going to give in to this ‘Guy gets the Girl’ bullshit.” She quickly removed her seatbelt and punctuated her anger by slamming the door, and hastily heading for the house.

“What are you going to do?” Bette called out to her, hoping she would be able to slow the anger that had been building up since they left the wrap party.

“I’m going to go into work first thing in the morning and strangle Adele.”

“Tee—“  Bette chuckled, as she reached for Tina’s wrist and brought their bodies into contact.

“Too much?” Tina sighed in spite of herself and wrapped her arms around Bette’s shoulders.

“Maybe a little drastic.” Bette leaned forward and gently kissed Tina’s cheek, working her way across Tina’s jaw.

“You’re right. But I’m going to fight them on this. All the way.”

“You’ll win, too.” Bette smiled as she reached Tina’s mouth, capturing it in a long kiss. Tina’s hands roamed Bette’s back, quickly finding the zipper of her dress. Tina smiled between kisses as she wondered what Bette’s reaction would be if she suddenly felt her dress pool at her ankles.  Tina pushed the thought out of her mind when she felt Bette’s hands fiddle with the tie of her own dress.

“Let’s take this inside.” She whispered in Bette’s ear, before snaking her tongue around it, sending a shiver down her lover’s spine.

Hand in hand, shoulder-to-shoulder, they walked toward the front door of what was technically still just ‘Bette’s house.’ As the days and nights passed, they knew it would be increasingly difficult to justify spending unnecessary nights apart. Bette now kept an overnight bag with her in her car at all times, just in case. Of course, unbeknownst to her Tina did the same.

Once inside, and after they sent the babysitter home, Bette stood at the vanity in their bedroom, removing her earrings. Tina returned to the zipper Bette’s dress, while Bette watched her lover’s actions in the mirror.  Bette smiled as she felt the zipper descend, and a trail of kisses left behind. When she hit the bottom, Tina worked her way back up to Bette’s neck. She traced her kisses along the curve of Bette’s neck, encouraging her to shrug her shoulders out of the dress, and letting it fall to the floor. Tina stepped in front of Bette and admired her body. She used her finger to lightly trace her way down, starting from Bette’s collarbone, slipping between her breasts, and stopping only to, quickly and effortlessly, unclasp her bra.