She bit her lip, wondering where to start, if she should even start.  What was she doing here?  Tina had just made the decision to run out of the house before Bette could realize she was gone and move back to North Carolina and change her name and number as the brunette made her way back to the living room, holding two glasses of Pinot Noir.

Seeing how nervous the blonde was, she set down her wine before sitting in the chair opposite the couch, giving her some space.

Bette sipped her wine, trying not to stare at the blonde as she waited for her to speak.  She cleared her throat, wondering what to say.

“T…about tonight,” Bette began, knowing that what she was about to say was a lie.

Tina’s head shot up, her eyes questioning.

“I…I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have done that.  It was an impulse.  It won’t happen again.  I know that I scared you, and I’m so sorry for that,” said the brunette, feeling pain at speaking the words aloud.  Tina narrowed her eyes, and then turned to look into her wine glass.  She took a drink and went back to staring at it before speaking.  Her voice was so soft, Bette found herself leaning forward to hear her better.

“Bette, what scares me is that I can’t stop thinking about it.  I’m scared that what I felt was something I haven’t felt with Eric.  And what scares me the most is that I want to kiss you again.  Really kiss you,” Tina whispered, her voice barely audible. 

It wasn’t until she heard the sharp intake of breath, and she turned to look into those dark orbs that were ignited with passion that she knew Bette had heard her.  Bette rose from her seat and joined Tina on the couch.  The brunette licked her lips and scooted closer, hesitantly reaching out toward the blonde. 

Seeing no resistance, Bette cupped Tina’s face in her hands, gently tracing her thumbs over her flushed cheeks and then her lips.  Tina’s lips parted, her breathing becoming ragged as she leaned into the dark haired beauty’s touch.  Their lips touched lightly, both inhaling at the sensation.  This time though, Tina didn’t pull away.

The blonde couldn’t silence the moan that escaped her throat as she felt Bette’s tongue slide effortlessly into her waiting mouth.  The feeling was indescribable as the soft muscle massaged hers and firmly began exploring her mouth.  Craving more, Tina grasped Bette’s face and slanted her mouth against the brunette’s, eager for more contact.  Bette complied, her tongue pushing deeper into the blonde’s mouth, her fingers finding their way to Tina’s hair, tangling in her silky tresses.