Tina resumed her position and looked up at Bette, desire still in her eyes.

"Duty calls huh?" Tina offered a sad smile once they were finally alone, she wasn’t ready for their moment to end.

"Afraid so" Bette sighed as Tina lowered her gaze and played with the button on Bette’s blazer. The brunette placed a finger under Tina’s chin and lifted the blonde’s head so that their eyes could meet once more, speaking so tenderly that Tina felt her knees go weak again. "Can we finish this later?"

Tina nodded but neither woman made a move, their eyes lowering once more to lips they longed to kiss. Bette’s hands discreetly made their way to Tina’s waist and she gripped the fabric there. Tina thought she was going to melt.

"If I kiss you now, we’ll miss the dinner. I don’t think I’ll be able to stop" Bette whispered.

Tina nodded as if in a trance, the words leaving her lips felt as though they weren’t even hers. "Maybe we shouldn’t take the risk then"

Bette nodded even as her head moved closer to Tina’s, urging the blonde to do the same. They could feel the soft, warmth breath on their cheeks as their lips inched closer together.

"Anyone got a 20 on Bette?"

The loud, staticky sound of Bette’s walkie-talkie echoed in the room and startled both women to the point where they jumped away from each other.

"Fuck!" Bette exclaimed in a loud whisper as she reached for the device behind her back, her heart pounding against her chest at the scare she just had.

In her own fear, Tina couldn’t help but laugh. She laughed out loud as Bette lowered the volume on the walkie-talkie and gave her a sheepish grin.

It seemed they had terrible luck but Tina was confident things would improve later on. She held out her hand, still chuckling at the flustered brunette.

"Come on Casanova"

—–

Bette sat at the head of the table in wonderment, a smile on her face as she watched Tina engage in deep conversation with Josephine Simmons. Bette’s chin rested atop her folded hands as her eyes darted back and forth between both women, her smile widening with each passing minute. They sat across from one another, Josephine on Bette’s immediate left and Tina on the right, sharing stories and jokes as if they were old friends.