"Back in a moment" Bette chose to ignore the look from her girlfriend and indicated for Tina to follow her to a more secluded part of the club.

They found themselves a relatively quiet corner, and Bette leant against the wall, refusing to meet Tina’s gaze.

"Bette…I’m sorry…the way Jodi was looking at us.." Tina started.

Bette lifted her head and stared into Tina’s eyes.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now"

Tina felt her mouth involuntarily open as she struggled to catch her breath. Bette’s voice had grown low and laced with want, and Tina felt her body react accordingly. Her palms grew clammy and she felt an all too familiar stirring between her legs.

"Bette…I…" Tina couldn’t seem to get her brain to function, all she could focus on was the intense gaze coming at her from the brunettes eyes.

"I want you" Bette reiterated, taking hold of Tina’s hands.

"I…I can’t take watching you with her anymore. I need you Bette. I’ve always needed you" Tina felt the tears welling up in hereyes.

"No you don’t"

"Babe, I…"

Bette silenced Tina by placing a finger on her lips.

"Let me finish. You don’t need me, T. And that makes me love you just that little bit more. You don’t need anyone, you’re independent. Two people, they should be together not because they depend on each other, but because they love each other and want to be together. And that’s where we went wrong before. We became too dependent, and forgot why we were together in the first place. And now…." Bette trailed off.

"What?" Tina asked softly.

Bette took a deep breath and squeezed the blondes hands reassuringly "Now I remember"

Tina took a step forward so that her body was touching Bette’s and her head was resting in the crook of her neck.

"I never stopped loving you" Tina whispered, feeling safe enough to admit it while she was pressed against Bette.

They closed their eyes and squeezed their fingers together before releasing one hand each. While Bette rubbed the back of Tina’s hand with her thumb, she moved her other hand to the blondes side, slowly tracing the curves of her body as if she were reaquainting herself. Tina moved her free hand to Bette’s chest, and ran her fingertip gently over the line of her collarbone. Both of the women took their time, not wanting for a second to rush the moment that they had both secretly been waiting for for what seemed like a lifetime. Resting their foreheads together, the two women opened their eyes to take in the precious sight of their bodies moulding together.