“Uh…about last night…” Bette said hesitantly, “I just don’t know what all the fuss is about. It was nice but…” she paused, noticing a worried look on Tina’s face and laughed, kissing Tina on the cheek, “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, baby. It was so worth waiting. I have never been happier in my entire life…and you made me faint…again. Nobody has ever made me faint so many times. You have no idea how much I love you, Tee.”

“If you love me even half as much as I love you,” Tina replied gently, “then I think I have an idea.”

Bette smiled again and gave Tina another kiss, “Are you going to argue with me that you love me more? Because if you are going to argue with me, you’re going to lose.”

“Well, let me see…” Tina began teasingly, “I’ve been in love with you since I turned thirteen and I only saw your face on an old piece of oak. I used to fall asleep sometimes, holding the miniature so tight to my face that I drooled all over it and Alice began telling everybody that I, a ‘straight girl’, was head over heels in love with a gorgeous but coincidentally very old and dead woman…care to beat me on this one, Ms. Porter?”

“I decided to stay forever in a different century so I could be with you,” Bette said with a serious face.

Tina’s eyes quickly filled with tears that were threatening to erupt any second and Bette began kissing the wetness away. “You won, baby,” Tina whispered, enjoying Bette’s kisses and grinning happily. Bette continued kissing Tina’s eyes and cheeks until she relaxed under her touch.   

After a short pause Bette asked nonchalantly, “So, Tee…I never had the time to ask you last night…but what was Helena doing in SheBar in the first place? I’d think it would be beneath her to go to a place like that.”

“Apparently, it’s one of her ‘guilty pleasures’, as she told me,” Tina said, rolling her eyes.

“Interesting…” Bette said, dismissing any thought of Helena right away, “So, speaking of ‘guilty pleasures’, what is yours, Ms. Kennard?” she asked playfully.