Tina was the predator and she was the prey.

‘*****.’  Bette thought
as she struggled to make her next move. 
Just as she was about to make a final attempt to speak, Bette noticed
the baby-Bette clone making her way towards Tina.

Bette watched closely as her younger, almost twin once again
attached herself to Tina’s body.  Bette’s
body was filled with anger as she observed the interaction between the women
before her.  Tina was still protectively
flanked by Shane, who seemed to be monitoring Bette moves with precision.  Shane didn’t seem to register the most recent
arrival.  Bette wondered why Shane didn’t
even look at the other girl, who was clearly intent on physically molding
herself to fit Tina’s body. 

Bette’s eyes narrowed as she watched Tina whisper into the
twink’s ear.  The girl frowned slightly
at Tina’s words and Bette inwardly filled with joy, hoping Tina was rejecting
the younger woman.  The frown on the
girl’s face quickly disappeared as Tina lightly ran her finger down the arm of
the woman seductively.  The woman’s eyes
glazed over with lust at the slow movements, but Bette’s eyes were focused on
Tina’s.  Tina had never shifted her focus
from Bette.  They had continued to remain
locked in a heated stare as the clone slinked away. 

Still frozen in her spot, Bette began to panic again.  Afraid any movement would remove Tina from
her sight, Bette stood still waiting for Tina to make a move.  She didn’t wait long as Tina began to move.  Bette wasn’t sure if things were happening in
slow motion or in warp speed.  All she
knew was that Tina was currently making her way closer and the oxygen had
disappeared from the room. 

Tina glided effortlessly towards Bette and stood so their
faces were only inches away.  Tina was
still smiling at Bette as they stood at the edge of the dance floor.  Bette’s mind shut down as she felt Tina’s soft
fingertips lightly grace the back of her hand. 
Tina turned her head down to watch the northern bound journey of her
fingers.  Her fingers slowly crept up
Bette’s arm, causing a single word to finally escape Bette’s mouth.

“Tina.”  Bette gasped as the simple touch
of her wife wreaked havoc on all of her senses.

At the sound of her name, Tina looked up once again.  Bette held her breath as she felt Tina grab
her arms and guide her lightly to the dance floor.  Bette stepped back as Tina directed all of her
moves.  Bette felt her mind drift away as
her body was being overtaken by Tina.

Bette knew that Tina was moving their bodies to the music,
but she had lost all control of her body at this point.  Tina quickly turned Bette around in her arms
and pulled her tightly against Tina’s hard body.  The warm contact had broken through Bette’s
haze and her body finally understood its purpose.  The two had begun a slow grind in the middle
of the dance floor and had secured their place at the center of attention.

The sexual tension between Bette Porter and Tina Kennard had
always been remarkable and undeniable and tonight was no exception.  Everyone in the club was now watching the
scene before them, waiting for the unavoidable ending. 

‘She feels so good.’ Bette thought as she felt Tina’s hands
move again across her body.  ‘*****.’
Bette gasped inwardly as Tina slipped her hand under Bette’s shirt and rubbed
the skin of her bronzed stomach. 

‘*****, *****, *****.’

Bette
instinctively pushed her body back into Tina searching for more contact, for
the friction she so desperately craved.  Bette knew the sudden pressure of her body against Tina’s
had momentarily shut down Tina’s game. 
Everything was quickly spiraling out of control as Tina pulled Bette’s
body even closer to her.  Bette felt Tina’s
hips rock into her, searching for the same release.searching for anything that
would cut through this tension. 

Bette groaned as she felt Tina grinding against her and
decided to take matters into her own hands. 
Grasping at all of the strength within her body, Bette pulled away from
Tina and turned herself around in Tina’s arms. 

Tina’s lips were within striking distance, but refused to
connect with Bette’s lips.  Bette could
feel Tina’s short gasps of air brush against her own lips. 

‘I can’t control it anymore.’ Bette thought as she stared at
Tina’s mouth.  Bette moaned loudly when
she saw the tip of Tina’s tongue reach out and wet her lips.  ‘Oh *****,’ was Bette’s last thought before
she captured Tina’s lips with her own.