“Oh my fucking god,” groaned Tina.  Her body began to create a rhythm with Bette’s, grinding against the gorgeous brunette.  She tugged on the curly brown hair, urging Bette to bring her mouth back up to hers again.  Bette eagerly complied, their mouths devouring, tongues twisting, desires cascading. 

The sound of the landline ringing shattered the quiet.  Bette never stopped her actions, the annoyance barely registering as she focused solely on the blonde goddess beneath her.  The phone continued to ring, and it wasn’t until the machine picked up that the two felt interrupted. 

“You have reached Bette Porter.  I’m sorry I missed your call but if you leave a brief message, I will be sure to get back to you.  Thanks.” 

Bette’s eyes shot open at the voice that came after hers, her lips stilling their movements.

“Hey beautiful, it’s me Candace.  I know it’s been a while but I thought I’d tell you that I’m in town right now and want to see you.  We had some fun last time I was in town.  Anyway, call me at anytime.”  Click.

Tina and Bette had sat up by this point, Tina running a hand through her hair as she felt Bette watching her. 

“I should go,” said Tina, her voice devoid of emotion.  She glanced at her watch before continuing, “I didn’t realize how late it was.”  She rose quickly from the couch, straightening her dress and glancing around for her shoes, which she had kicked off during their heavy make out session.  “Alright, well, I’ll see you tomorrow for family night.  Thanks for the wine.”  Grabbing her keys, she quickly made her way to the door.

Bette’s brow furrowed at how nonchalant the blonde was acting.  She wanted to explain that Candace was nothing to her.  That she hadn’t seen her in months.  That the only woman she wanted was now fleeing her presence yet again.  Shaking her head, she quickly made it to the door at the same time as the blonde, pushing it shut.

“T…what are you doing?” she asked, her tone urgent, her eyes searching.

Tina looked up, her eyes revealing nothing.  “I’m heading home.  I totally forgot I’ve got an early meeting and you must be tired, too.”  She tried to open the door again, feeling the brunette push it shut yet again.

“I don’t want her.  I never did.  It was a one night stand.  It was ages ago.  Please don’t leave,” said the brunette fervently, desperate for the blonde to understand.

“Bette, please, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.  I really have to go.  Please let me go,” she pleaded, her voice starting to break. 

“I only want you,” said Bette, gripping the blonde’s shoulders, shaking her lightly.  “Do you hear me?  I only want you.”

Tina shook her head, closing her eyes tightly as she allowed the brunette to pull her into her arms.  They held each other for a moment, both minds running rampant, both trying to appear calm. 

Bette sighed, softly stroking the blonde’s hair.  “Do you believe me?”

“I…I don’t know,” came the choked reply.