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French Quarter: Thursday 9 AM
The street was quiet as Tina waited patiently outside of the pink hue hotel in the middle of the French Quarter. Looking around at the few people who occasionally walked past her, she seriously pondered what the hell she was getting herself into.
But for some unknown reason, she couldn’t stop herself from seeing the brunette.
Feeling soft hands gently wrapping around her waist, Tina leaned back against the chest of the gallery owner. Soft kisses caressed her neck as the blonde closed her eyes and intertwined her hands with the brunette’s, “morning.”
“Morning,” Bette whispered in the blonde’s ear as she nuzzled her face deeper into the soft neck. Feeling the similar electric pull toward Tina, the brunette didn’t want to let go. “How was your night?”
“Good,” Tina whispered back, turning her head to the side; gently nudging Bette’s nose with her own. “Spent the rest of the night in the greenhouse before hitting the bar.”
“You went out last night?” Bette questioned, turning the blonde around in her arms to look into the hazel eyes.
“I don’t sleep often,” Tina smiled as she tucked a loose curl behind Bette’s ear. “Besides, I had to go find Madison who was slumped over a toilet.”
Bette smiled as she leaned forward; her lips resting a few centimeters away from the blonde’s, “can I give you a good morning kiss?”
“I’d be insulted if you didn’t,” Tina whispered with a smirk as she wrapped her arms around the brunette’s neck, pulling Bette closer.
Bette smiled softly before connecting her lips with the blondes. Moaning softly, she tightened her grip on Tina’s waist; her short nails digging into the fabric of the blonde’s black tank top. Pulling back slightly, she looked down at the now moist red lips in front of her. Licking her lips, she reconnected them to Tina’s, gently pushing her tongue through when given access to the blonde’s mouth.
Tina responded immediately, gently caressing the back of Bette’s neck with her black claw nails as her lips moved in sync with the brunette’s. Feeling Bette shutter, she smirked before pulling away; aware that they were in the middle of public.
“Morning…” Tina whispered once more, smiling at the hazy dark mocha eyes filled with arousal before her. Leaning forward once more, she pecked Bette’s nose before giving the brunette a butterfly kiss, “feed me.”