“Well, you’re never too old to go back to school, Professor Porter.” Tina reached out and rested her hand on Bette’s shoulder.  Bette shivered at the intensity of Tina’s gaze and the heat of her touch; the warmth radiated through her thin wool shirt-jacket. 

The two women continued to look deeply into each other’s eyes.  

“No?” Bette’s voice was hoarse.

Tina shook her head slowly, “No,” she smiled. “It’s never too late to learn something new.”

“Um, Bette, we told Shane we’d be home a half hour ago.” It was Kit standing in the door way, her hand on her hip and her face showing that she was clearly annoyed.

Both women gave a start as Kit’s voice broke through the heavy tension.

“Kit!” Bette felt as if she had been caught cheating on a girlfriend. “I was just coming along, sorry.” Bette searched for her purse, bent to retrieve it and dropped her reading glasses.  As she reached for them, Tina snatched them up and held them out.

“Don’t forget these.  I wouldn’t want you to miss something,” Tina winked.

“Um, yeah…thanks,” Bette stammered as she reached for the glasses.  Her fingers grazed the top of the teacher’s wrist as she took them.  She felt a wave of heat emanate from the soft skin. “Thank you, Tina.” She managed to even out her voice.

“Of course,” Tina said deeply, and then she looked to Kit. “Have a good evening, Kit,” she waved.

Kit smiled back at the beautiful woman, “You too, Miss Kennard.  Andy just loves you, and so do we, right, Sis?” Kit cocked her head.

Bette looked at her sister ready to pull her sister's head from her shoulders then back to Tina. “Yes, yes we do. Goodnight, Miss Kennard, I mean, Tina.”  Bette began backing up to the door, bumped into bookshelf and knocked a globe to the floor.

“Goddamn!” Bette hissed, and then looked up wide eyed at Tina who raised her eyebrow and put a hand to her hip. “Sorry…inappropriate language, I know, I know!” Bette hurried to right the globe back on the shelf.

Tina’s voice suppressed another giggle. “Goodnight, Professor,” and she watched the tall graceful brunette crumble into an awkward mess as she stumbled toward the door.

“Girl, what is wrong with you?” Kit grabbed Bette’s purse strap and pulled her through the door.

“Just…arrrgggh!” Bette pulled her purse away from her sister’s grasp and stomped to the car feeling embarrassed and frustrated by her inability to keep her composure around the blonde.

“What did you two talk about anyway? And why was she sitting like that on the table?”

“Please, Kit!” Bette buckled in and closed her eyes.