Moments later, Bette reappeared with her arms behind her back.

"I’m not drinking, so don’t even think about it!" Tina chuckled, shaking her head again at their past camaraderie – having to choose which hand the cards were in, and betting whether or not they should drink with her either positive or negative confirmation. Tonight she didn’t want a chance of losing that bet. A bet she always seemed to lose.

"Oh come on," Bette winked, wiggling her shoulders gently, "Pick a hand baby."

Before accepting the challenge, Tina took a long minute to look up into Bette’s mischievous eyes. "Left."

"Hah!" Bette smirked, bringing out her left hand to show it was empty. "I didn’t even have to cheat!"

"Hu!" Tina gasped dramatically. "Well I’ve never!" The smile gave away her realization.

"Maybe this time you won’t start begging me for sex in the middle of a game," Bette laughed, sitting opposite Tina on the floor.

"I don’t beg," Tina smirked, taking the deck out and shuffling the cards. "You should know that, Bette. You’re the one who takes advantage of me."

"You never complain," Bette teased, trying to keep her devious comments to herself. "Shall I get the wine?"

Tina just shook her head, ultimately giving in to her own desire for the interesting night ahead. "Red or white?"

Two glasses later …

"You … won it," Tina giggled, her head leaning to the side with her slight intoxication.

"That’s right," Bette chuckled, raising an eyebrow over her hand of cards. "Now take it off."

"I’m taking off my pants," Tina smiled, getting up to her knees, "Not my bra yet, Bette." She laughed as she attempted to undress herself, and Bette watched her with a deep lust that never seemed to fade.

It was always interesting – playing a round of strip poker on the floor of their living room.  Bette especially enjoyed watching Tina play it when she was on the verge of being drunk. The smaller woman was still struggling with her clothes, proving that Bette handled the alcohol much better.

"Let me help you Tina," the brunette smirked, crawling over to Tina and very gently unbuttoning her pants and lustfully sliding the zipper down. Her eyes grew wide with each inch of flesh that became exposed. Tina in her bra and jeans – an image she always enjoyed. "Look at you."