Bette awoke suddenly. She could hear Tina’s voice becoming very stern, but couldn’t think who she could possibly be talking to at 7am.  She got out of bed, pulled the sheet around her and walked curiously into the hallway. She could see Tina, in her satin black nighty, pacing the living room floor and talking on her cell phone. "Look Chris," Tina stopped in the middle of the floor and brushed her hair back with one hand then moving that hand to rest on her hip. "Just tell them….tell them that we aren’t shooting today and that they must have had the schedule wrong. I don’t care what they say, do not let them on set. Do you hear me?" Tina paused and looked up to see her beautiful wife-to-be leaning against the wall some 10 feet in front of her and couldn’t help but smile. With a sigh, Tina continued, "Ok good. And if you need anything else Chris, call Jerry. I am not going to be around today ok? All right. Yea. Bye." Tina rolled her eyes but Bette could tell she was still pissed off.  "T… ," but before Bette could finish her question, Tina closed the distanced between them and pinned Bette’s arms above her head against the hallway wall, causing the sheet to pool at their feet and leaving Bette completely exposed.  She gasped in shock and her breath became shallow instantly. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Tina’s. Tina was thirsty for Bette and the adrenaline from the stressful phone call was rushing through her blood stream.

Bette bent her head down to kiss Tina, but Tina backed her head away and readjusted her hands. She held both of Bette’s hands in one of hers and grabbed a fistful of Bette’s long dark locks in her other and tugged on them lightly, making Bette’s head move back, her knees bend and her heart race.

Tina stood on her tip tops to reach eye level with the brunette who was just slightly taller than herself. She leaned to her ear "Get on the bed," she ordered as she let Bette’s hands and hair fall from her grasp.

Bette walked backwards slowly into the bedroom until her knees buckled at the sudden touch of the bed. She fell onto the bed and began scooting to the center as Tina crawled on top of her, straddling her hips.  Bette combed her fingers through Tina’s falling locks and  pulled Tina’s head down as her body followed closely behind, moving in a sensual rhythm as she made her way between Bette’s legs.  Tina moved her lips to Bette’s neck as Bette moved her hands up Tina’s nighty, pulling it from her warm body.  Tina lifted herself up slightly to rid herself of the satin material that found itself thrown across the room.