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Tina shivered then giggled, a sound that made Bette smile in return, “gentle my ass, its utter chaos down there… anarchy in the lower regions… revolution in the… “
They were interrupted by Lara who coughed politely, Tina turning towards the sound with an unsteadiness as she leaned against Bette.
“Sorry… umm… Tina, you are wanted…”
“You don’t say…” Bette muttered and hugged her wife.
“At the table I mean… the studio table. Sorry Bette, they restricted the seats, but I have you next to Shane on Table 4, I can show you the way…” Lara stammered, looking back and forth between the two women. Was Tina blushing? And the way Bette was looking at her… what is it like… to have someone look at you like that… Lara smiled, these two were absolute perfection.
Bette winked saucily at her wife, blowing a kiss over her shoulder as she followed Lara to her table, her dress shimmering as she made her way through the crowds. Tina sighed and shifted uncomfortably. She turned to watch where Bette and Lara were headed. She had not been kidding when she told Bette the breeze was creating a… distraction in her lower area. She was throbbing now, acutely aware that she was panty less as she walked away from Bette to her table.
She was the last to arrive, noticing the only empty seat was next to Eric. At least she could see where Bette was sitting. He gallantly rose to his feet, pulling her chair out for her and helping her push it in before taking his own seat. To a casual observer this was nothing more than gentlemanly but to Tina it grated on her already frayed nerves. Deciding not to address it, she reached for her water glass and let her eyes search for her wife. Bette was engrossed in a conversation with Shane, the two heads bent together as they laughed over something Shane was saying, her head thrown back to show her long neck as she laughed, her hand coming up to touch Shane on her shoulder. God, she was beautiful. God, she needed her here next to her. She placed her napkin in her lap and signaled for the waiter.