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Neither had ever participated in this type of flirting, both used to interested suitors coming to them, women flocking to Bette like she was the Piped Piper and men making themselves known to Tina more aggressively. Later, in bed, Tina would describe it as “sexual stalking”, making Bette laugh and the phrase would become part of their inside language used during an evening at a gala or Studio party.
If glances could be considered incendiary, then these glances were smoldering.
When Bette finally found Tina, she was at a stand on the edge of the market, haggling with a fruit merchant. Bette walked slowly to the other side of the next nearest stall, Tina’s eyes finding her across the booths.
They held each other’s attention, Tina pausing to give Bette’s such a soft, sweet smile that Bette felt wrapped from afar in the love Tina had for her, her heart responding with a jolt to lodge in her throat. She could still feel the way Tina pressed her naked body into hers that morning, the way she seemed to melt into her, every space between them filled with touching skin. So good.
Tina said something to the young boy behind the stall and nodded as the fruit merchant handed her a large slice of ripe orange melon to try, which she took in both hands, thanking him. Tina took a couple bites of melon, the juices coating her chin and mouth, running down her throat, surprising her.
She laughed, embarrassed and her pink tongue came out to lick around her lips, slowing as her eyes flicked up to meet Bette’s as she did so. All around her traveled that pink tongue, and she moved her lips together slowly.
For a long second Bette could not breathe, the flowers in her hand forgotten as she tried to regain lung functioning. It was suddenly very hot at the market.
She has no idea. No idea how fucking sexy she is, Jesus.
Bette was utterly captivated and more than a little aroused. She could feel herself getting wet, then wetter. Her thoughts tried to pinpoint exactly how much time had passed since the last time she felt Tina’s lips on her own, felt a full, warm breast in her palm or nibbled on that creamy neck.