Bette saw that coming and successfully dodged Tina’s attempt.  She moved towards the window, opened it and dangled the chocolate.

“Tell me or the chocolate gets it”  

“Ok…ok…you….”  Tina is interrupted by a loud bang on the door

“Tina your mum’s on the phone”

“Put that in the fridge for me I’ll be back in a minute”  Tina is out the door in a flash.

“Fuck even when I win I don’t”  Bette puts the chocolate in the fridge and lays on Tina’s bed, with all the travelling and jet lag Bette has been hiding how tired she feels.

Tina returns a few minutes later to find Bette sound asleep on her bed. She closes the door and rests back against it.  For as long as she can remember Tina has loved Bette, however as she perused inch by inch over the sleeping figure lying on her bed, the distinction between love and being in love became as clear as the distinction between black and white.  The sheer weight of the emotions cursing through her had her sliding down the door,  the only outlet for the overwhelming feelings she had right now where burning hot tears that cascaded down over her cheeks.

How long she sat by the door watching Bette sleep, she didn’t know but it was now dusk outside and the need to spend a penny was becoming unbearable.
Bette woke shortly after Tina had left her position at the door a little disorientated and sleepily wandered in to the kitchen she was stopped dead in her tracks, Tina dressed only in a unbuttoned shirt stood in front of the open fridge which was the only light in the room.

Tina heard Bette as she was enjoying the first taste of proper chocolate in way too long.  

If Tina’s look was bottled it would be labelled pure temptation but the words that she uttered would definitely be deemed illegal in most countries for the effect they had on Bette.

“Oh my god Bette it tastes so good”

Within seconds Bette had Tina  perched on the edge of the small table and Bette dropped to her knees.

The only intelligible words that were spoken for quite some time where

“Oh my god Tina it tastes so good”