"I am NOT cheating on you."

The answer allowed Bette to take a deep breath in and out again, glad for the relief, but still she was skeptical. She stepped away from the table, and walked over to Helena to look her in the eyes. "Kiss me."

"Wh … Bette …?"

"What’s wrong? You don’t wanna have me if it comes easy?"

Helena turned herself and swallowed hard as she leaned in, knowing that Bette had always been able to read her body with expertise. She leaned in and kissed her wife as fully and as passionately as she could, even coaxing Bette’s tongue out with an aggressive nature. She knew how excited her wife could become, and she knew just how to manipulate that perfect body.

When they finally pulled back, Bette felt around with her hands to see that she was sitting on the counter, and that Helena was between her legs, staring up at her.

"You need to start wearing skirts again," Helena teased, looking up at Bette with intensity. When Bette slipped off of the counter, slapping those hands away, Helena couldn’t help but follow. "What is it?"

There was nothing else to do but blurt out what was on her mind – her own guilt. "Tina kissed me today. In the elevator." She didn’t want to turn around and see the anger and jealousy whirl into her wife’s eyes, so she remained staring pointlessly at the painting on the wall. "I’m sorry … I never meant for it to happen, but she ran in after me, and … god, I feel so awful. The whole ride home, I was distraught, but I was still mad at you, and I was confused that-"

"She’s got some balls," Helena smirked, walking up behind Bette to hold her hips. She was getting ideas already about ways to seek her revenge. "I’m starting to like this girl."

"No," Bette insisted, turning to look directly at Helena. "Look at me! I’m telling you that someone kissed me today! Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Aren’t you hurt?"

"Not everyone reacts the same way …" Helena answered, her eyes slowly showing that evil fire that liked to burn there. Sometimes it seemed as though she could simply will this metaphorical beast in and out of her body as she pleased. Sometimes it became so wild that she growled, but she held back as her wife watched.