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    The Chain

    I would be for you, thought Bette, as she stole a glance at the blonde sitting so close she could smell faint traces of her perfume.  “New fragrance, T?”  Tina smiled at the nickname that Bette had given her last week.  No one had called her that before and the blonde couldn’t deny the surge of adrenaline that shot through her at the sound of it coming from the brunette’s lips. 

    “Yeah, it’s Bombshell.  Got it as part of a gratis.  You like it?”  Tina asked as she smelled her wrist and then it offered it to Bette who leaned in and allowed her nose to graze the skin as she inhaled.  Just then, the waitress came over, taking Tina’s attention as she checked on them.

    Bette pulled back and simply nodded, running a hand through her hair.  “Bombshell’s right,” she muttered, her gaze flickering over the blonde tresses and down to her chest. 

    “What?”

    “What?” Bette’s eyes widened as she realized she had just spoken her thoughts aloud. 

    “What did you say?”

    “What did I say?”

    “Stop repeating everything I…” Tina was interrupted by her phone buzzing.  She reached into her purse and excused herself from the table to answer it giving Bette the chance to let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding.  As Tina paced in the corner, her ear to her phone, Bette allowed herself to travel back to the night they had met.

    Two weeks ago…

    Bette sipped her champagne a proud grin adorning her face.  The gallery opening was packed, signaling a sure success.  She worked the room, mingling with patrons, explaining various pieces to ensure sales.  She was talking to yet another client interested in purchase when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and turned to see what had elicited such a reaction.  Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the blonde vision approaching her.  She barely noticed Eric, a loyal patron, who had his arm on the small of the beauty’s back, guiding her closer to where Bette was standing.  She was wearing a long black sleeveless dress that perfectly accented her figure. 

    “Bette, there you are.  I want you to meet Tina Kennard, my girlfriend.  Tina Kennard, Bette Porter,” said Eric cordially.  Bette forced her gaze away from the blonde as she shook first Eric’s hand and then Tina’s.  She felt the warmth of her touch run up her arm and melt her insides, willing it to last forever. 

    Comments

    1. Very nice. I found myself smiling the whole time as I was reading and of course you MUST continue. I mean, what kind of a question is that. Awesome start. I’m a fan already.

    2. Laughing at azmama’s words”Straight to a T”. so am slightly jealous that kiss didn’t happen for much longer. I guess I will linger on until you come back!

    3. This fic holds a special place in my heart my friend told me about this and I’m so grateful I love how you wrote Bette and Tina you’re an incredible author I can’t wait to read this again and again

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