Bette put her hand over her eyes.  She needed to get to bed if she was going to have any chance of falling asleep before midnight.  Her head was beginning to ache, as she couldn’t seem to shut it off nor keep it off of anything but one Tina Kennard.  Knowing that she wouldn’t be falling asleep anytime soon, she poured herself a glass of wine and sat down at the kitchen table to review some articles on her laptop. 

She became so engrossed in reading that the soft knock at the door barely registered.  She turned her head slightly, waiting until it came again, louder this time.  Glancing again at the time, she saw it was now nearing 11pm.  Bette narrowed her eyes before rising from the table to answer it. 

“Alice, I told you, I don’t want to talk about…” Bette was instantly silenced as she pulled open the door to reveal a different blonde standing in front of her. 

“Talk about what?” asked Tina, her eyebrow raised in question.

“I…I thought you were Alice…wha…what are you doing here?” stammered Bette, still not quite believing the blonde had showed up on her doorstep.

“I needed to talk to you.  Can I come in?” asked Tina, finding the brunette’s nerves were helping to calm her own.  Her hands had been shaking the entire drive over and were now reduced to trembling as she gripped her purse tightly.

“Of course,” said Bette, turning to the side to allow Tina to enter.  Their bodies brushed against each other as the blonde slid past her, heightening the sexual tension between them.  Bette allowed her gaze to travel briefly over the blonde’s lithe body, admiring the green dress that Tina had worn earlier that evening.  She suddenly felt too casual in her linen pajama pants and simple white tank top.

“I was just having some wine; would you like a glass?” offered Bette, moving toward the kitchen.  Tina nodded and took a seat on the couch, wringing her hands together before noticing the nervous habit.  She stopped herself and proceeded to play with the hem of her shirt before scowling at herself, finally deciding to just sit on her hands.  Being in the dark haired beauty’s home sent Tina’s nerves back into overdrive, not to mention Bette’s casual attire that was still somehow striking.  The woman would look gorgeous in a garbage bag.