“Just using me for sex then?”

“Is that all right with you?”

“Absolutely,” Bette answered with a grin, leaning down to kiss the blonde again.  Her lips moved slowly over Tina’s, unhurried in the afternoon as her mouth gave the unspoken promise of her love.  The blonde however, was eager to be heard and so she broke the kiss, tenderly tracing a finger over the brunette’s flawless features.

“I’m in love with everything about you, Bette.  I can’t believe it took me as long as it did to get myself together.  And I can’t thank you enough for being so…patient with me.  You…you amaze me.”

Bette blushed, suddenly feeling weak as she rolled onto her side, her arm slipping comfortingly around the blonde’s midsection, holding her close.  “I wasn’t all that patient,” she said almost shyly, remembering how many times she had wanted to hurry the blonde along, how many kisses she had stolen, unable to keep her hands off of the beautiful woman.

Tina smiled, her own face filling with heat from the memories.  She toyed with a strand of the brunette’s hair watching the curl slip between her fingers, the texture silky smooth.

“So can I take you on a date tonight?  A real one?”

Tina looked at the brunette, her eyebrow arching in question.

“Oh, and Sur and The London was what…a fake one?”

Bette crinkled her nose, realizing her faux pas.  “I…well, I just meant that it’s our first one as…you know, a real couple…”

“You are so cute.” 

The brunette shot her a warning look.

“I’m sorry baby, I meant you are so tough, so alpha, and so so sexy,” Tine corrected, kissing her in between each phrase, knowing that the brunette had an image to uphold even though the blonde knew there was a more vulnerable side to her that was rarely seen.

“That’s better,” Bette stated, the shadow of a smirk on her face.  “So is that a yes?” 

“That’s a yes.  What are we going to do?”

“Well, we have a few things to celebrate,” the brunette said, her voice soft, soothing.  “One, your new job; two, us as official girlfriends; and three, the fact that you can’t get enough of me.”  After each item, she kissed Tina firmly on the mouth, and after the third, she ducked, as the blonde reached up to playfully slap her.  “You know, that’s the second time you’ve hit me today.  My girlfriend is abusive.”  Tina smacked her again.  Bette pretended to be hurt, rubbing her head as she pouted.

“Oh, let me kiss it all better,” the blonde purred, leaning in. 

“I don’t know if I trust you,” Bette said, pulling back.

Tina arched an eyebrow and sighed.  “Fine.  Well, I need to go get ready for tonight.  I guess I’ll just have to shower alone,” she said dramatically, rising from the couch and grabbing the snacks as she walked inside, a smirk unseen by Bette on her face. 

The brunette’s eyes went wide, and she clambered off the couch and grabbed their glasses before hurrying after the blonde, chasing the giggling woman into the bathroom and slamming the door behind them.

An hour later, the wet haired brunette was hungrily kissing Tina goodbye before heading toward her car, eager to get back and pick up Tina for their date.