Bette smiled, her night might not be a complete crash and burn as she had originally expected.

Once she ended her conversation she walked back over to her seating section.

“Sorry about that, I was…”

“Hitting on someone,” Tina finished the sentence, but kept a smile on her face.

“Um, I guess” Bette responded, confused.

“Let me tell you, I can learn a thing or two from Bette when it comes to having women interested in me.  I swear she’s like a magnet,” Peter commented.

“Is she?” Tina asked sarcastically

“Did she ever tell you about the time our top client’s daughter fell head over heals for her?” Peter laughed.

“She did.  All because of a card.” Tina said, all the while looking at Bette.

“But I bet she didn’t tell you the girl was straight, and thought Bette was the love of her life.  Her exact words were ‘I’ve never wanted someone more in my life,’”  Peter added.

“Her life, huh.  That’s a bit drastic,” Tina looked over at Peter.

“I have that affect on women,” Bette joked to release some of the obvious tension that was building up, though no idea where it was coming from.

“Well ladies, I have to head out, but it was great seeing you. Tina, I’d love to grab dinner some time.  Would it be ok if I called you?” Peter asked.

“Oh, yes please do,” Tina confirmed.

With that, Bette accepted this “thing” with Tina, whatever it was, was only felt on her end.  At least she was accepting it now, and not a month down the line. 

“So Peter, huh” Bette commented.

“So girl at the bar, huh,” Tina responded.

Bette laughed, “Don’t get jealous.  She had nothing on you.”

“I know she didn’t,” Tina said confidentially, “Nor will she be as fun.”

God this woman had a way with her words.  “If only she’d be willing to show me how much fun she can be,” Bette thought.

Bette looked at Tina.  It was getting late and her mind was running in circles.

“Let’s get you home before you slip something into my next drink,” Bette brushed off the comment.  She knew better than to read into it.

With that, Tina accepted Bette was not interested in pursuing anything with her.  She was just a pleasant, charming, very well-mannered woman.  “Well, there’s that,” she thought.

That night, both women went home to empty beds, with wishes of having the other with them.  The touches they felt on their bodies were those they wished the other was producing.  The pleasure they gave themselves that night was one they had hoped the other would give them.  Images of their lovemaking surfaced and were erased as quickly for fear of what that would imply.