She tangled her hands in Bette’s hair while she dipped down again to kiss Bette. It was so different than kissing any man before, and it was refreshing to be so predatory, and to see Bette’s incredibly fulfilling reaction. It was more winded than she had ever seen Bette.

Suddenly the tables changed when Bette brought her leg up, in a way reminding herself of her own elaborate past as a lesbian. She knew how to excite a woman. "Fuck," she whispered, pulling Tina’s hips onto her. She wanted gratification, and to give Tina pleasure. Something inside of her switched, and she had an urge to satisfy the blond’s hunger. She could sense the change in Tina’s demeanor, and it was getting her off.

They were both getting off until they heard a car roar by. The car shook for a moment as the vehicle passed, and they both broke from their sensual make out session, panting heavily.

Tina was most alert instantly, but Bette’s focus was determined. She looked around from under Tina, and realized where they were and what was happening. She saw Shane leaning against the car and smirked. Then she looked up into Tina’s eyes, and saw confusion and excitement there. She didn’t know which frightened her more. "Tina …"

Deciding to be offensive rather than possibly having to become defensive, Tina brought her eyes down. "Okay. Crisis averted."

Bette tried to keep her emotions aside at the way Tina seemed to brush their connection off. "Yeah … get off of me already."

It was more than difficult to play the moment off as nothing more than a charade, but they both managed. Bette sat up once Tina lifted off of her, and they both took a moment to gather their senses back.

"That uh … was convincing," was all Bette could manage, trying to keep her emotions quiet. Slipping out quietly, she brushed herself off and shut the door closed behind her again. "Shane."

Smirking to herself as she exhaled, Shane held the cigarette down in one hand, and put her other arm across her chest. The stance was relaxed, as was her attitude when she spoke. "Bette." The tone of her voice was humorous, even to herself.

"Tina and I … got a little carried away," Bette smiled, putting a hand up over her mouth.