Bette stood at the New York Harbor starring across at the tall skyscrapers of Manhattan. She loved the scenery. Besides her studio, this was another refuge that she often returned to, spending countless hours just staring at the gorgeous sight before her. It was raining heavily, pelting down and she was drenched to the core, wearing only a black DKNY button-down blouse, a denim jacket and tight blue Levy jeans. Yet, she seemed oblivious to the people milling around her who were in a rush to avoid the rain. As always, she was the maverick, staunch and unflinching in the cold rain as she gazed across the water, waiting for Tina to arrive.
Bette did not have to turn around as Tina approached her—she was already attuned to the presence of the beautiful blonde. The hairs on her neck stood up as goose bumps appeared on her skin. Startled, she finally realized that she was drenched from the rain, and cold. At that precise moment, she felt a hand on her lower back that spread warmth throughout her body. Nonetheless, she shivered lightly from the fusion of warm and cold.
“Excellent time and place for a meeting Porter. Don’t you see the Weather Channel?” Tina teased sarcastically as she put her umbrella over Bette to shield her from the rain.
“No, the women newscasters are below par and…” Bette turned around eyeing Tina head to toe. She was well-accessorized for the weather with a raincoat, scarf, gloves and umbrella.
“What?” Tina said, flinching at the heat from Bette’s gaze on her skin.
“and I was hoping that you would come decked out in white so I could have fun with a see-through Tee…” Bette smirked.
“Why you…you…” Tina swatted Bette playfully across the shoulder.
“Yes, me…me is brilliant, beautiful, sexy, charismatic, strong, passionate, creative, attractive …”
“…self-centered, self-absorbed, arrogant, delusional, insecure, vain, snobbish, pompous jackass,” Tina finished for her, grinning widely.
“And you still like me enough to come out in this weather, which goes to show that you are crazy? Desperate? Or maybe fatally attracted?” Bette offered with her eyebrows up, smirking once again.
“HA! Bette, don’t flatter yourself. You called me remember?”
“After, you gave me your phone number, remember?”
“I…” Tina never got to finish her sentence as thunder rumbled and lightening split the sky. She shrieked and flung herself at Bette, letting go of the umbrella, which landed in the water, sailing away with the stormy waves.
Bette was taken by surprise; she wasn’t ready and sure-footed for Tina so they both toppled over at the impact, Bette hitting the hard-wood ground first, winching at the pain shooting up her leg but making sure to hold onto Tina tightly. They lay together as the rain continued to beat down, their bodies meshed tightly to each other, fitting perfectly. Bette slowly rubbed her back underneath the raincoat, reassuring Tina. For Tina, the lightening was far from over as jolts of current shot through every pore of her skin, spreading pain and pleasure throughout her body.
Slowly, Tina came to her senses and groaned. “Oh no…”
Bette chuckled. “T?” her voice was hoarse.
“Hmm?” she answered, breathing in Bette’s natural scent, and snuggling into her neck.
“I told you to tell me if you had other positions in mind so we could experiment without being knocked off our feet, but I can guess you like it missionary-style?” Bette mused
“Bette!” Tina punched her shoulder while giggling into her neck.
“What? I haven’t done anything and you are already screaming out my name. Wow, I must be really good in bed.”
“Please whatever, we need to get out of here before we catch a cold or worse, pneumonia. C’mon Bette.” Tina scrambled to her feet and held out her hand for Bette to take.
Bette looked at her hand and then Tina suspiciously.
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