Bette Porter stared at the floor of the secluded corner of the club as her former partner stood up to leave. The sequins of Tina Kennard’s dress caught the light as she took a step forward. As if in a trance, Bette reached out a hand and let her fingers encircle the blonde’s wrist. She pulled herself to her feet and their eyes met, piercing into the very soul of one another for a split second before the brunette’s free hand clutched wildly at the back of Tina’s neck. She crashed their lips together desperately, letting her hands caress the strong neck of the blonde as she had done so many times before. Tina responded immediately, her hands tangling into the brunette’s wild curls as she returned the kiss with her own urgency. Losing herself in the very essence that was Tina, Bette slowed the movement of her lips to meet the blonde’s with languid kisses. Hands slid down to waists as they let their mouths speak in a way they had been unable to do for years, but the kiss was deep enough for neither of them so they let their fingers tug on one anothers necks as they drank in the taste that was all too familiar. Their lips broke apart as they cupped each other’s cheeks. The emotion of the situation overwhelmed Bette, she felt it crash over her and entangle with the sheer desire she was feeling for the woman before her. She was unable to prevent the tears from flowing, they fell as a strangled sob caught in the back of her throat. She clung to the blonde as she felt fingers running through her hair, down her arms, soothing her in a way that only Tina had ever been able to do. The blonde’s hands came to her face and tilted her chin upwards as her nose nudged against the brunette’s forehead. Bette lifted her head and in a split second their lips were connected again, every kiss hungrier than the last. The tears continued to spill down her cheeks as they kissed, but Tina knew as she wrapped her arms around the brunette, she understood that this was what Bette needed in this moment.