Tina moved her hips into Bette’s groin, laughing, looking at the brunette over her shoulder with her hair covering one eye and Bette came undone, realizing she had been way too conservative in her Valentines search. She needed to go bigger, grander. Paris, it was. Thailand. Or Australia for fucks sake. At this moment she would give Tina the sun itself if she asked. Instead, she bent Tina over the dining room table and fucked her then and there, twice.

With three days to go, Bette was positively obsessed. A singing telegram, God… Tina would kill her. Waffle House was doing a Valentines Breakfast and Bette tried to think of a single time she had ever entered a Waffle House, let alone eaten at one. She decided she did not need to start now. A wine tasting… no they had been to that winery when they were dating and Bette wanted something new, something fresh and exciting.

A dreamy camping trip, but no… Bette didn’t think there was anything dreamy about sleeping on the ground in a thin tent while bears prowled around outside. She could name a star after Tina… and she chuckled to herself, thinking about their passionate morning….more appropriate would be to name the star after Tina’s pussy since it was the main event lately. Jesus. She shifted in her chair, suddenly feeling wet and reached for her cell phone to tell Tina exactly that.

The response was immediate, a quick text lighting up her phone. “Me too. Home asap…”

“James? I’m taking a long lunch…” Bette sang on her way out, wondering idly if Tina would like dinner under the stars at the zoo… next to the primate house. They were running a special.

With two days to go, Bette noticed that Tina was humming quite a bit, looking like she had something to say, to announce. When pressed, Tina just smiled that goopy, loopy, adorable smile that Bette loved and kissed the brunette’s nose. “Wait and see, my Sweet…” she would say, and it was all Bette could do to not confess that she had nothing, nothing at all planned for Valentine’s Day.

But stubborn was Bette’s middle name and she would not give up. The day before Valentine’s Day she called an emergency meeting at the office with James. Her phone calls that morning to order roses all came up empty, she couldn’t even order fucking flowers for fucks sake. Sold out. It was time for an intervention.