She had kissed Bette.

She had kissed Bette and it had been the most amazing, earth shattering kiss ever.

It might have even been better than the first but Tina couldn’t be sure, both times she had kissed Bette had left her senseless. She had been dizzy and weak at the knees, unable to think straight, unable to breathe yet unable to stop.

It was just . . . God, those lips. As fuzzy as Tina’s birthday memories were, she couldn’t forget how soft Bette’s lips felt against her own. She remembered every slow caress of Bette’s tongue, the way it rolled perfectly around hers.

Tina brought her fingers to her lips and felt the tingle that still lingered there, a tingle that she had only ever felt with Bette and one she couldn’t get enough of. Tina chuckled to herself when she remembered asking for another kiss once they had reached her front door.

She couldn’t seem to remember if Bette had given her that kiss or not, only recalling bits and pieces of what had happened after that. Bette had helped her to her bedroom, of that Tina was certain. She had helped Tina change out of her dress and . .

Oh God.

Tina finally looked down and examined her current wardrobe, her eyes widening with the realization that she was wearing no more than her bra and panties. Though it hadn’t been the first time that the brunette saw her in all her half naked glory, Tina still felt highly embarrassed. She could only hope that she hadn’t made a fool out of herself and begged for sex or anything along those lines.

Fuck, what if she had? Tina’s face heated in a bright red blush, her embarrassment settling heavy in her already uneasy stomach. She shook her head and tried not to think about what might have happened, focusing more on what would happen.

What would the morning bring for herself and Bette?

Tina couldn’t help but wonder the direction things would go between them, supposing they needed to talk. Really talk.

Did Bette still want to be with Tina? Did she disregard the kiss because Tina had been drunk at the time?