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For the first time in over two months, Tina did not pick up the phone when Bette called the next morning. Bette let it go to voice mail but couldn’t bring herself to leave a message. There was too much she wanted to say. Like…. when can I see you again? Are you ok? And the biggest question of all… are we ok?
Bette sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the blank screen. This was not how she envisioned her morning call playing out, given where they had been less than seven hours ago.
She tried to think how Tina must be feeling and decided that Tina was probably scared. She understood completely but it jarred with her own feelings of… exhilaration, excitement, hope.
After what they had shared the night before, having Tina not answer her phone hit her unexpectedly. Bette wanted to cry. She wanted to rush over to Tina’s apartment and bang on the door. She wanted to kiss her again, tell her it would all be ok.
Instead, she flopped back on the bed. “Fuck”.
Last night was… how to even put it into words. All evening during the Art show, she wanted to talk to Tina, tell her that something was happening, that being friends was becoming difficult, that she was developing feelings for the sexy blonde. But the opportunity did not present itself, and then in her office… Tina had walked up to her and just… wow…that kiss.
At first, Bette froze, she couldn’t believe what was happening. And having Tina so close to her made her head spin. No one had ever kissed her like that before, that much Bette knew. She had kissed many women, been kissed by many women and none had made her feel that way.
Her body had instantly responded to Tina and it took a great deal of self-control for Bette not to take her then and there. On the desk or on the couch or against the wall. Or all of those places… but especially on the desk. Any other woman would have been bent naked over her desk immediately.
She had felt passion before, of course. Lust, often. But Tina’s kiss was layered, meaningful, weaved into a fabric of friendship and mutual respect that enhanced the kiss. She wanted more.