"They’re just chips," Bette hushed, reaching over and trying to retrieve the lost snack off of Tina’s lap.

"Stop it!" Tina whispered, now fully alert and slapping Bette’s hand away while accidentally squashing several chips. "You’re still going to eat them?!"

Just as they were arguing and fussing over the chips, a flight attendant stood at the aisle with a cheesy smile. "Hi there, can I help you?"

"Yeah, you can pull the stick out of her -"

Tina slapped her hand over Bette’s mouth while she looked up to the smiling woman. "Sorry, we’re alright. I’m just a bit … nervous about the flight."

"Would you like me to get you a drink, Ma’am?"

"No no, I’m alright," Tina assured her, finally taking her hand from Bette’s mouth once the woman left.

"Yeah, maybe a few drinks would do you good," Bette teased, reaching for another chip.

Tina expertly swatted the hand away before getting to her feet. "I am not drinking – we all know what happened the last time I relaxed with you. This is for work, and I will remain completely sober throughout." With that, she turned and headed toward the bathrooms.

Bette shook her head as her eyes dropped to Tina’s seat. She had wanted to eat them right off of Tina’s lap, but she figured her colleague wouldn’t have appreciated that. These thoughts were getting more difficult to brush off.

By the time Tina had returned, thus snapping Bette out of her daydream, she was more relaxed and also logical. "This can’t happen. You can’t just get under my skin this whole time, okay?" She sat down and smoothed her hands over her pants before continuing. "Helena gave us both this promotion in the hopes that we would aid and encourage each other – not the opposite." She stared at Bette pointedly.

Bette wanted to say something intelligent and useful. "You’re sitting on my earring." Maybe not.

Quirking an eyebrow in disbelief, Tina looked over at her, still whispering. "You have got to be kidding me – why is your earring on my seat?! Oh god, do I want to know? Is this some kinky lesbian thing?"

Bette smirked, having realized that fact at an awkward time, but also deciding to make Tina as uncomfortable as possible. "Either move, or I’ll reach my hand between your legs and get it myself." Even Bette was taken a bit aback by her faux threat – it was hot. She hadn’t intended for it to come out that way, but now all she could think about was sneaking her hand down, and teasing Tina mercilessly. It would be so evil. ‘Fuck, I want to do it!’ she thought with a great pang of desire.

"That was a terrible joke," Tina said, breathless. She was looking to Bette for an explanation of such a sexual tease, and the silence was causing her heart to flutter. Did she want Bette to touch her? She suddenly froze, and a part of her wished Bette would keep to her word.

"Hey, I’m not kidding. Move your ass." The sly smile on Bette’s lips was infuriating Tina, having let on that the tease excited her in some understated way.

"I’ll be right back." She got up and left toward the bathroom, in the hopes to cool herself down before take-off."

"You might as well stay in there," Bette added as she picked up her earring from the seat and held it in her hand. Her feelings were so mixed. Peeking down the aisle and watching Tina leave gave her a feeling she couldn’t quite grasp, but this childish act was much easier to play. She held the earring in the palm of her hand and smiled out the window.

Tina leaned over the sink and splashed cold water on her face as another passenger knocked on the door. She looked up into the mirror, and found herself counting the minutes until they touched down in Brazil, chanting quietly to herself. "Ignore it and just focus. I can do this."