Tina grinned, and kissed her.
"What's that?" Alice asked, alarmed.
Bette glared at Tina, who only grinned back. "Nothing."
"No, that was smacking. I heard smacking." Alice accused.
"That was not--"
"Porter, I know you had a bad day yesterday, but is sleeping with some blond bimbo really going to help you?" Alice asked.
"You know, Tina's not going to appreciate being called a blond bimbo," Bette told Alice.
"I was talking about last night's conquest..." Alice stopped. "Tina?"
"Tina." Bette repeated.
"Tina?" Alice repeated.
"Tina," Bette affirmed.
"Tina!" Alice exclaimed. "Oh my God! How--? When--? How--?"
"Three excellent questions," Bette told her. "Could you tell everyone, including Kit?"
"Sure, but how--?"
"Thanks, Al." Bette knew she was killing Alice, but she hung up, and immediately turned her cellphone off again. She turned to Tina. "Alice is glad I found you."
"Figured she would," Tina grinned. She examined her cupboards. "I have cereal, and maybe some... okay." She was unable to finish her sentence as Bette slid her arms around her lover's waist.
"Just making sure you don't up and leave again," Bette teased, nuzzling her nose against Tina's neck.
"Doubtful, since finding me obviously isn't an idle threat with you," Tina replied. She turned, and caught Bette's lips with her own.
What had started as an innocent kiss rapidly increased in heat and depth, and soon Bette was pressing Tina against the dining table. Slowly, Bette eased Tina onto the wooden table, quickly following suit.
The break from their makeup sex marathon, clearly, had ended.
Bette slid her hand under the band of Tina's PJ's, and grinned as she felt Tina part her legs ever so slightly.
Too engrossed in their own little world, the world outside failed to register, including, among others, Tina's breakfast date with her friends, and that each one of them had keys to her apartment.
"Holy mother of God."
Bette and Tina ended their kiss, and turned to the direction of the door, where Shannen and a black-haired woman covered Alison's mouth.
"Um..