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It was the perfect response, one that needed no reply and so Tina did the only other thing she could do. She leaned in for a sweet, lingering kiss.
Whether it was the effect of Bette’s heartfelt words, the kiss itself or a combination of both, Tina felt her body responding to the brunette. She pulled back in an attempt to avoid temptation but couldn’t find the strength to go far, their lips a mere whisper apart.
Tina suddenly found herself without air, her heart beating hard against her chest.
The kiss must have had the same reaction on Bette who grasped the back of Tina’s neck, their eyes meeting only for a moment before the brunette pulled Tina back in for a kiss so deep they both moaned on contact.
It was passionate yet unhurried, the slow burn of the kiss doing wonders for both women. Their mouths moved in a way that professed their feelings for one another, their tongues rolling together so sensually it was like making love.
“Okay” Bette breathed when they finally pulled apart, her breathing ragged as she laid her forehead against Tina’s. She swallowed, her eyes closed in an attempt to get her libido under control. “Maybe we should do something else before I lose my mind”
“Would that be such a bad thing?”
The whispered reply was unexpected and Bette felt a jolt of pleasure directly between her legs. She licked her lips.
“Yes, if you care about that dress at all”
Tina shivered at Bette’s words, a steady throbbing pulsing between her legs. She bit her lip as she considered her next words, knowing full well the result if she responded the way she wanted to.
So, she said it anyway.
“And if I don’t?”
“I’m going to ruin it”
Moaning Tina closed the distance between them and smashed her lips against Bette’s.
Bette eagerly returned the kiss, groaning when Tina began to suck on her tongue. The kiss grew wild, their breath escaping in small gasps each time their lips broke apart. It was only when Bette nearly let the champagne glass slip from her grasp that she found the strength to pull away completely. Breathless.
“Let’s set these down” Bette whispered with a smile, her chest heaving with her shaky breaths. She took Tina’s glass from her hands and placed it along with her own in a rack off to the side.