« Hey don’t tease me, Helena trying to stuck her face on mine was far from a pleasant experience! »

« How poor you!  Is there anything I can do for you? »

« Maybe you could kiss it better? »

As soon as the words exited her mouth Bette started to blush and look down, finding a sudden interest in her shoes.

Tina was stunned. There’s no way she understood it wrong. Bette just admited she wanted Tina to kiss her. « Your wish is my command. » she thought.

With that thought she lifted Bette’s face by putting her hand under the brunette chin a lightly grazed Bette’s lips with hers.

« Feeling alright? » she asked amazed of her own forwardness.

« Couldn’t be better, thanks. » Bette said a smile making his way trough her facial features.

They sat into the SAAB and Bette started driving. Half an hour later they were parking inside a café who looked like a classical french boheme café.

« L’atelier de l’artiste? What does it mean? »

« The artist’s workshop. You’ll like it, come on let’s get inside. »

While entering the Café, Tina took a look around herself. There were a few table in cozy areas surronded by sofas and cushions, with candles in the center of every table. An impressionive blackboard above the conter with a list of fine French wines. A pool table near a small area that seemed to be a dancing floor since two couple were slowly dancing, oblivious to the world surrounding them.

« The Laclos quote. This café. Do i take it that you have a thing for France? »

« I took an extra college year studying Art and Education in the west of France. I just love France’s bohemian spirit. And I love that they were the worst libertines in history! » Bette answered with passion rising in her eyes talking about something she loved so much.

They sat in an intimate corner, not taking her eyes out of each other. Eventually Bette took Tina’s hand in hers and spoke softly.

« It feels good. Being here with you. I wish I could have more of these moments. » Bette, not used to give herself away, was blushing with her admission. Affraid of being dismissed by the beautiful blond facing her.

« It feels goos to me too, you know. I’m glad you broke up with me. Makes me feel less guilty about… » she was about to say « about daydreaming about you before breaking up with your best friend » but knew better.

There was an awkward silence. Both were contemplating either side of the nice candle separating them until Bette talked.

« Tina, would you dance with me? »

« I’d love to. »

Bette helped Tina get up with great softness. When they reached the dancing floor she took the now shy blond in her arms and hugged her close to her own body. They started to sway slowly.

Inhaling each other scent.

Bette’s arms around Tina.

Tina’s head on Bette shoulder.

Caramel against ivory.

Brown curls covering blond ones.

When Dolly Parton’s « Jolene » started playing, Bette whispered her own version in her dance partner’s ear.

« Your beauty is beyond compare,

With flaming locks of golden hair,

With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green,

Your smile is like a breath of spring,

Your voice is soft like summer rain… »

She didn’t finish. Her needs were getting way too strong. She just grazed the blond’s lips with hers. She withdrew her little and saw Tina’s eyes half closed, she was holding her breath, waiting for the brunette’s next move.

Bette simply kissed her. Tina felt her tongue take her mind of its own. Demanding entrance into Bette’s mouth. The brunette willingly complied.

Tina’s hand caressing Bette’s dark curls, playing with her neck.

Bette’s hand caressing the small of Tina’s back. Eventually they stopped kissing and Bette softly whispered, caressing Tina’s lips with her tongue.

« I think we should talk. I don’t want to rush things. »

Tina simply answered by kissing Bette lightly, taking hold of her hand to guide her to their table.