They laughed as they struggled together, squirming and fighting for dominance. Tina managed to break free and spin around, waving her paintbrush in the air to gain some distance between herself and Bette. She managed to catch the brunette a few times, leaving streaks of green paint on her neck and face.

Feeling at a disadvantage, Bette quickly searched around for something to even the score when she spotted the buckets of red and orange paint. Tina immediately saw where Bette’s eyes had landed and her smile fell away, watching helplessly as Bette dunked a hand into each of the buckets.

"Bette" Tina warned as she began to step backwards, her hands held out defensively.

Bette eyed her girlfriend mischievously as she approached her, a wide smile spread across her beautiful face. Her hands, dipping with paint, inched closer to the worried blonde.

"Don’t you – AHHH!" Tina screamed as Bette ran the rest of the distance between them and smeared the paint all over the her arms. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as Bette’s hands covered her neck and chest, backing away in an attempt to get away but it was useless. Bette laughed hysterically as she followed her girlfriend, continuing to cover the blonde’s body in paint and watching as Tina squirmed under her touches.

A huge glob of paint had fallen onto the floor and Tina managed to slip on it, grabbing onto Bette as she felt her legs slip out from under her. They fell onto the newspaper covered floor in a mixture of screams of laughter, Bette on top of Tina and both equally covered in paint.

They took a few minutes to just laugh, laughing loudly until their sides hurt and they couldn’t breathe. Bette laid her head on Tina’s chest as she laughed, lifting it only when she had regained enough composure to do so. Giggle after giggle continued to leave Tina as she looked up at her girlfriend, making matters worse by using her paint covered hands to try and wipe some of the paint from Bette’s face.

"Oh my God, look at you" Tina’s shoulders shook with laughter as she pushed back her girlfriend’s curls, the paint from her fingers mixing with the brown locks.