The original gay Episcopalian continued, finishing his speech to a standing ovation.

The band started up again and Bette led her woman to the dance floor. The first song they moved to was slow and they danced closely together. Tina wrapped her arms around her lover’s waist. Bette’s arms were at Tina’s neck, their bodies close enough for their breasts to touch. The movie producer smelled of vanilla and a soft, feminine perfume that blended deliciously with her body’s natural fragrance. Bette closed her eyes, inhaling, letting the scent implant itself in her mind. She pulled her girlfriend closer, closing the gap between them. Her arms slipped under Tina’s, holding her at her back.

She spoke lovingly into the ear near her painted red lips. “Baby, are you having a good time?”

Tina’s eyes were closed as well. She nestled her head against Bette, leaning on her shoulder. She simply nodded and let the rhythm of the music flow through her. She was content to let Bette lead them, echoing her steps when she needed to move. Tina loved their time in private. But she also loved being claimed in public by the beautiful woman in her arms. That was something she’d adored about Bette from the start.

There was no pretense. No push and pull or mind games to play. Bette loved her. Cherished her. Had wanted to possess her from their initial meeting. Tina never had to wonder about Bette’s feelings for her. That was something she’d never had. Not even with Emma.

Emma had been gentle and kind, but they had both been young. Tina hadn’t been super eager to settle down after just divorcing Eric. She’d been dating several women before she met Emma. Their relationship wasn’t exclusive right away. Gradually, they had evolved into a union that included only the two of them. And then, as quickly as they had begun, the end had surprised her, leaving her broken and bruised.

Bette turned her around, placing her girlfriend in front of her, molding her chest to Tina’s back. Her arms wrapped about the red, silk fabric of the long gown and she exhaled softly. Her breath smelled of cinnamon and kisses and Tina couldn’t help herself. She twirled back around and kissed Bette’s red lips; gently pressing her mouth to her lover’s.