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Bette moved her head from one side to the other, trying to see her eye makeup in the mirror around Tina’s head. She could smell Tina’s shampoo and she angled her head to breath in more, kissing her on the side of the head before turning her face to see if her makeup was smooth.
She leaned over Tina’s arm to get some concealer out of her bag, carefully applying it while moving to the other side as Tina reached the other way for her comb, her back brushing against Bette’s chest.
One mirror, one sink and two electric plugs was a challenge with two women, one blow dryer, one straightener and the curler Tina had plugged in the bedroom just in case. Not to mention the assorted makeup cases, jars, lotions, and extra toiletries Bette traveled with. While Tina’s apartment was extremely charming and very inviting, it was only big enough for one person as they were coming to realize the more time Bette spent there.
They usually spent the weekends at Bette’s, the pool and proximity to their favorite running trails and ocean side restaurants making it the better option. But most nights during the week, Tina’s apartment was closer to their offices and to their now weekly dinner with Grannie Ellie. Every Monday at 6:00 they picked up Tina’s Grandmother for what was becoming a very special time for both.
Bette leaned in closer, one hand touching the small of Tina’s back, her thumb moving up and down the soft skin as the other hand applied mascara. Tina paused to watch.
“You’re doing it again…”
“What?” Bette asked, making her eyes big and blinking to make sure she had the desired effect. She looked at Tina in the mirror, smiling fondly.
“You’re rubbing your perky breasts into my back when you lean forward and… its very… distracting…I can’t think when you do that…” Tina rubbed some lotion on her arms and elbows, considering Bette in the mirror.
“You think they’re perky?” Bette asked playfully, kissing Tina on the shoulder and purposefully moving them across Tina’s back as she reached for some lip liner.
“I know they are. I know exactly how perky they are and that is the problem. It’s very distracting…”