“It’s not midnight yet. I don’t care about lines, rings, or anything else right now.”

Bette picked Tina up and carried her into the gallery their tongues battling each other for dominance.

“Tina…” Bette said breathlessly feeling the pinch in her chest starting to shift.

“Shhh. Shhh. Just kiss me.” Tina grabbed Bette’s waist, clinging to her as she backed herself against the wall.

Bette felt drunk, not from the wine but from tasting Tina again. The familiar sweetness played along her tongue, a nectar she eagerly lapped from her ear to the pulse point. She nibbled at it lightly not wanting to leave a mark but enough to make Tina moan.

Tina’s hands undid Bette’s pants pushing her fingers between her legs. She rocked into Bette, the wetness causing more of her own arousal to drip down her leg.

Bette pushed Tina’s dress up just enough to see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Wow.”

“I knew what I wanted tonight.”

“Jesus, Tina.”

Bette slammed them into the wall, lifting Tina with her legs hooked around Bette’s hips.

Tina’s thumb kept a steady rhythm on Bette’s clit but when Bette started to thrust deep inside of her with three fingers she pushed her whole hand into Bette’s pants, letting Bette rub against her knuckles as she rocked her against the wall.

Both came quickly, a brimming explosion that only needed the slightest spark. Bette buried her head in Tina’s neck, planting a kiss on each bulging breast as Tina put her bare feet back on the floor. Bette held Tina, trying to regulate her own breathing, holding on to her like a life preserver until Tina began crying again against Bette’s shoulder.

Bette rolled her head against the blonde, Tina catching her brown curls between her fingers. She cupped Tina’a face, lifting the swollen lips to her own, kissing her, alternating lips and tongue and swallowing Tina’s sobs. Tina wrapped her arms tighter around Bette’s head, pulling her closer, and kissing her fervently.

They finally pulled their lips from each other smiling like idiots.

“Don’t leave your shoe here, Cinderella, or I’ll be forced to find you in Toronto.”

Tina coyly pushed Bette’s hair behind her ears and tried to wink. “As if I’ve ever left something at a gallery before.”