“What you looking at?” Tina said, her voice shaking. “It’s just so funny, when you think about it.”

Bette was standing there so anxious, so adorable, Tina just wanted to hold her. This would be a great story to tell their children… ‘and this is how I met aunt Kit’. Whoa! Hold on, Kennard, children? Are you outta your mind?

Bette walked towards Tina and was looking very unsure, almost fragile. She took Tina’s hands in hers and looked into her eyes.

“So you aren’t mad?”

“How could I be mad, silly,” Tina smiled.

“I gotta go, guys, got some stuff to do, here and there,” Kit suddenly said. She probably sensed what was coming and disappeared. Tina barely noticed this as she was enchanted by Bettes fascinating beauty, her puppy eyes, her smile that was full of doubt.

“Look, Bette, the thing is… I really like you. I just don’t understand why you did this. I mean, you can’t cook, that’s no big deal. If you had just told me…”

“I’m sorry, mom,” Bette said with twinkling eyes. “I hope you can forgive me for this terrible mistake. Shall I get my material already?”

“Material?”

“To slap myself.”

Tina laughed and than said in a naughty tone: “Why don’t you let me do that?”

“Well, I’d rather do something else first.” Bette put her hand on Tina’s lower back and pulled her closer. Tina felt as if she were on a rollercoaster that would never stop. A split second, they looked each other in the eye. It was a magical moment for Tina, one she would always remember.

“I want this so much, Bette,” she said.

“You have no idea how long I’ve longed for this,” Bette replied, her voice sounding hoarse of desire. They both bowed their head to the other and they bumped into each other.

“Auch,” Bette said, rubbing her forehead.
“I’m sorry,” Tina whispered, looking down. “I didn’t… Is there anything -”

“You can do?” Bette interrupted Tina. “For a matter of fact, there is. You can give a kiss on it.”

“I’d love to.” Tina pressed her lips against the spot she had hit, forgetting her own pain. After having done that, she rubbed her nose against Bettes.

“I’m not an Eskimo,” Bette growled. “Kiss me, now.”