Whats wrong, Bette? Tina asked seriously, touching Bettes arm.

            Nothing, I just, Bette paused gathering her thoughts.  I want to feel like this with you more often.  Tina smiled widely, and Bette returned it.  This is different, right?  It feels different.  Not that it wasnt good before, it was.  It was amazing, but last night  Her eyes took on a far away look and before long she was lost in her head, smiling to herself a little.

            Bette, Tina said, bringing her back.  Bettes eyes snapped back into focus and Tina laughed.  Blew your mind, huh?

            ***** yeah.  Did Helena teach you that?  God, why am I such an idiot? Bette thought as soon as the words left her mouth.

            Tina shook her head.  No, Bette.  That was for you.  I told you while we were making love.  I am only for you.  Ok, so Tina had kind of seen that one coming.  Bettes silence usually forecasted a storm in the distance.  That said.  If you want to talk about me and Helena, we can, but youll have to understand if there are certain things I dont want to tell you, babe.

            I know.  I know.  Im sorry.  I know not everything is about me.  I shouldnt have said that.  It just  Bette shrugged, came out.

            It came out because its bothering you, Tina said, a little frustrated.  We need to talk about these things Bette.
            *****, Bette sighed, and I felt so good a second ago.  Insecurity was not a familiar feeling for Bette.  One year out of thirty-five did not give her enough practice dealing with self-doubt.  Would she ever stop saying the wrong thing?  Maybe she should call Tina fat, just for good measure.

            Hey, Tina said, gently, and Bette turned to look at her.  This takes time.  Last night was wonderful, Bette, and I dont want to spend nights like that with anyone but you.

            So what do we do?  Therapy? Bette asked.

            If thats what you want, Tina agreed.

            I want things to continue to get better between us, T.  I want to spend the next eighty years with you.  I dont know if I can do that without help, Bette admitted.

            Tina smiled.  Ok, then well do that.  But Im not so sure that I want to live to be a hundred and fifteen.

            Bette laughed out loud.

            Tina stroked Bettes cheek and guided her closer as she leaned in for a brief kiss.  Ready?

            Yeah, Bette answered and started the car.  They were going to be late.