"Stop looking," Tina smiled flirtatiously, leaning back but losing her balance in the moment. She fumbled onto her back in a moment of complete clumsiness that Bette adored.

"Well I have to watch you, don’t I? Look at you – you’re gonna hurt yourself."

"No!" Tina laughed, simmering down when she felt Bette tugging her pants over hips. "What are you doing?"

"Helping you. Trust me! You need it," Bette chuckled, finally pulling the garment from Tina’s ankles and helping her back up. "Come on – I can’t wait to strip you."

"You have to wait," Tina insisted, pulling herself back up to the table. "Deal."

The next hand was a lucky draw for Tina, who was able to watch Bette peel off her shirt, shortly followed by her bra. It was another two hands until Tina giggled behind her cards – still having such luck with the cards she was dealt.

"How are you winning?" Bette teased, picking through her hand of cards. "I thought alcohol was supposed to weaken your abilities."

"That’s how good I am," Tina smiled, squinting down at her cards. "What’s a whole stack of suits?"

"All your cards are one suit?" Bette chuckled, "That’s a flush baby." Then she got a wicked idea. "Wait, let me see."

Tina instinctively turned her cards over to Bette, leaning on the coffee table with a big smile. "Mmm."

After scanning her eyes over Tina’s cards, Bette tried to hide her smile. She was content with her hand of cards, and grateful that she would win. "Hey T?"

"Hmm?" As she took her cards back, she brought them close to her face.

"Let me undress you."

Tina shook her head, putting her cards down in her lap. "How do you know I’m lose?"

"You are lose?" Bette chuckled, crawling around the table. "Baby, I love you, but that was a terrible. Terrible. Sentence."

"Whatever!" Tina laughed, pretending to frown, "Quiet picking on me."

"Quiet?"

"Fuck off!" she laughed again, throwing her cards at Bette this time, but missing her completely. She screamed playfully when Bette lunged at her from across the table. "Ahhh!"

"Now it’s on!" Bette laughed, climbing over the table as Tina stumbled over herself and landed on her stomach. The smooth carpet was soothing, but the texture confused her. Still, she was laughing at Bette’s faux attack. "Get over here!" Bette smirked, laying over Tina. She had always enjoyed the physical games with her wife, especially when Tina was weaker than herself. "I love holding you down."