As Tina’s ass hit the door Bette began to lose control. She grabbed both of Tina’s hands and pinned them above her head, whilst positioning her knee in-between the blonde’s thighs. Tina gasped and slowly closed her eyes, allowing Bette to take complete control.

She knew it was wrong but she just couldn’t resist Tina, especially in this most compromising of positions. She slowly moved her tongue up the blonde’s neck, stopping at her earlobe to whisper into her girlfriend’s ear. 

"That wasn’t very nice was it T." She breathed, hearing Tina’s intake of breath at the sensation.

Bette kept Tina’s hands pinned with one hand and let the other one loose to stray. She gently ran her finger over Tina’s jaw line and down her neck, slowly caressing the skin over her exposed collarbone and back up the other side. Tina didn’t seem to be moving, or breathing for that matter, the only thing she could think about was Bette’s touch, her soft but firm hand. Then she began thinking about other places that hand could please her, and an unfamiliar throbbing began to pulsate between her legs.

Her and Bette had kissed and fooled around before, but it had always been more playful and light, this was definitely more intense and Tina could immediately see and feel the difference in Bette’s demeanor. She wasn’t ready for this, it was too soon. Tina began to panic, but before she could protest, a different feeling began to take over. Nausea. 

Tina suddenly jerked back to life and released her hands from Bette’s hold. The brunette at first seemed confused but as Tina threw her hand across her mouth Bette understood.

She was still breathing heavily but her head was becoming more clear after the intense feelings she was having 30 seconds ago, and words were finally formed. "T, which apartment?"

Tina didn’t answer, instead she ran straight to the nearest plant pot and let loose. Bette quickly followed behind and held the blonde’s hair out of her face whilst rubbing her back.

"It’s okay T, Let it all out" Bette sighed, knowing the sudden interruption was probably for the best.

Tina couldn’t remember much about that night 2 weeks ago, but she did remember waking up in her bed with a blinding headache and seeing a sleeping Bette, fully clothed, lying next to her.

The thought made her smile, but it also made her wonder why she still wasn’t able to take that next step with Bette. She knew her girlfriend was more than ready, but the thought of sleeping with Bette Porter simultaneously thrilled and frightened Tina beyond anything else she could imagine. She knew Bette had been with her fair share of women, but that wasn’t even the issue. She felt like she and Bette had something special, and hadn’t Bette said she’d never felt this way about someone before?

Tina shook her head and let out a long drawn-out sigh.

 "What the fuck is wrong with me?" She muttered to herself.

She made her way to her wardrobe to find something suitable to wear, and eventually decided on jeans and a black tank top. The blonde gave herself the once over in the mirror, and headed out the door, wine in hand.