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Till We Meet Again | A Bette-Tina Beginning Chapter 20

The Next Day – Bette’s Office

“I cannot believe that you still don’t have tenure Professor Porter. You are like one of the best teachers I have ever had,” Nadia purred out, flirting outrageously as she leaned down before Bette to show ample amount of cleavage.

“Thanks, I should soon though.” Bette smiled tightly, and then frowned. “Is she flirting with me?” She was not having the best of days what with Tina not even calling or texting her during her lunch break at school like she did usually. She hoped everything had gone fine with Tina. Somehow, Bette had an uneasy gut feeling. She had already texted Tina twice and left several missed calls with no replies from her. And here she was stuck with a voluptuous blonde hitting on her. Bette checked her watch—It was twenty minutes past three, Tina should have been out of school and here by now. Bette removed her jacket and rolled up the long-sleeves of her soft pink button-down shirt, rubbed her neck, feeling completely worried and stressed out.

“Do you have a crink in your neck Bette? Let me see what I can do…” Before Bette could protest and get over the fact that Nadia was being bold enough to use her first name, Nadia had already come around the desk, and was now massaging her neck strongly. Memories of Tina doing the same to her flashed before her head as she sighed, smiled and momentarily enjoyed Nadia’s touch.

Unfortunately, Tina chose to barge into her office at that very moment without bothering to knock. She was ready to fling at Bette everything that Bette had bought at the adult store and give her a stern telling-off, but the sight of another woman standing so close to Bette massaging her neck, while she obviously enjoyed it, made her gasp in shock and freeze for a second. Bette’s eyes flew open and she sprung from her chair, knocking Nadia back (who almost went flying backwards), and headed towards Tina, looking absolutely relieved and overjoyed to see her. She crossed the room as quickly as she could to engulf Tina in a hug only to be pushed back and slapped hard by the now enraged blonde.

“How FUCKING dare you?” Tina screamed at Bette, seething, flushed red with anger. Bette stepped back in pain and shock from the slap that stung her face.

“Wha…?” she simply stared at Tina, her hand on her aching cheek, stunned at how angry Tina looked.

Tina flung the items and her handbag at Bette, hitting her squarely on the chest as she marched up to Nadia, who had already bumped her head on the wall. “You, whoever you are, get the fuck out of here, right now and don’t come back!” Even though she was bigger than Tina, Nadia appeared smaller and frightened as she cowered, gathered her things and disappeared without so much as looking at Bette.

Tina followed Nadia out and slammed the office door behind her, locking it from the inside before turning back to face Bette with another round of angry words on her lips.

“I didn’t…You are wearing sandals…” Bette remarked to no one in particular, the words only making sense to her and not Tina, as she examined what Tina had thrown at her—Oh boy, seems like things did not turn out good, she presumed correctly, pursing her lips tightly together. No wonder she was mad.

“WHO the fuck is she and WHAT were you doing with her?” Tina asked furiously, her fists tightly clenched at her sides.

“Huh? Who?” Bette asked distractedly, her worry and concern for Tina had already driven away any and all thoughts about Nadia.

Tina was on the verge of breaking again. After experiencing the most humiliating and embarrassing moment of her lifetime the night before and having absolutely no words for Eric who seemed to be in a jolly good mood, all her anger had been directed at Bette, who in her opinion, should have known better. And now, as she saw another woman touching Bette in an intimate way, the sharp and instant pangs of jealousy had automatically driven her to lash out violently without thinking.

“BETTE!” she took her by the shoulders and shook her. “Stop fucking playing games with me, just stop fucking playing with me…!” Tina repeated over and over, tears streaming down her cheeks, hammering Bette in the chest with her fists as Bette raised her arms to defend herself only to have them wound up around her. Tina broke down into sobs, as she stopped hitting Bette and clung to her, crying into the crook of her neck, her heart racing. Bette, in a trance, held her lightly and then tightened her hold as Tina pressed against her, crying more openly now, completely spent and exhausted.

“Hold me…please just hold me” she cried and murmured weakly now, her arms coming up to hug Bette tightly around her neck, her anger slowly dissipating as she heard Bette’s reassuring steady heartbeats, the one sound she could never take for granted.

“T…” Bette came out of her shocked daze, and slowly ran her fingers through her hair, combing them back from her face, placing soft kisses on her head. She was on the verge of tears herself, about to cry in front of Tina for the very first time. She was also confused and swallowed the lump forming in the throat; she simply could not see Tina distressed. What on earth could have happened? Why would Tina think that she was playing with her? And why was Tina so bothered about Nadia? Bette scrunched up her face in disgust at the thought of Nadia.

“T…” she repeated again, stepping back and trying to get Tina to look at her. When she finally saw Tina’s red puffy eyes, quivering lips, and ruined mascara, her heart almost broke into a million pieces. She led Tina to her desk, sitting her down on the chair as she cleaned her up, holding a lotion tissue to her nose, encouraging her to blow into it. Tina sniffled, then complied as she quieted down, blowing softly.

“Ewwwwwwwww…T!” Bette scrunched up her nose and pretended to be disgusted. They both smiled at each other with unshed tears in their eyes.

“Hey, your nose looks like Rudolph the reindeer,” Bette pointed out as Tina grimaced and rubbed her nose.

“Just don’t tell me you have that as a toy around here too, please.” Tina sniffled.

“No need, we have a real life replica,” Bette opened her handbag and handed out her compact mirror. Tina shuddered at her red nose and puffy eyes—she looked terrible.

Bette held Tina’s hand, rubbing it reassuringly as she leaned back against the desk and waited for Tina to open up.

“Who was that?” Tina finally managed to ask weakly.

“Rudolph—the red-nosed reindeer? Geez T, I thought I was the one who preferred…”

“NO, that…that…girl…in your office…” Tina interjected.

“That annoying excuse for an art major? Nadia, a student. Why?” Bette frowned, confused again.

“Was she hitting on you?” Tina demanded.

“Erm…yes, maybe, but thank god you came when you did,” Bette remarked truly relieved, squeezing her hand affectionately but completely unaware of the fact that Tina had been jealous.

“T… what’s going on?” Bette asked when Tina remained quiet.

“I went huntress in front of Eric, Dad and a bunch of their guests last night in our home…” Tina sniffled again, ready to cry at the memory of her recent humiliation.

“Umm…how did that happen?”

“I decided to use the blindfolds so Dad opened when I rang the bell and he was probably too shocked to stop me sooner…and well the rest is history.” Tina sniffled again. “Oh yea, and Eric did pass out,” she rolled her eyes and smiled at Bette who smiled back.

Bette got down on her knees in front of Tina, even as it hurt her terribly to do so. “T…I am really sorry; in retrospect, it was a pretty cheap and stupid idea. You don’t need any accessories to make you look hot, desirable and sexy,” she looked at Tina with puppy-dog eyes and a pout that could make anyone melt.

“Shhh…get off the floor Bette. We have both spent enough time being down. No more,” Tina got Bette off her knees.

“T, can I ask you something?” Bette gazed at her seriously.

“Anything…”

“Are you really giving me the thong that you wore? I hope you did not wash…” Bette broke off and eyed them mischievously and looked back at Tina.

“Don’t make me hit the other cheek Porter,” Tina warned and then gasped as she finally noticed the bruise where she had slapped Bette.

“Oh my God, baby I am so sorry!” she reached up to touch the bruised cheek only to have Bette wince at the contact.

“Does it hurt?” she said, clutching Bette by the arm and pulling her towards her, stroking her cheek.

Bette pouted and nodded, sulking.

“I really shouldn’t have, I had no right, I’m sorry. Can I do anything to make it better?”

Bette, still pouting and sulking, nodded again.

“What?” Tina narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“You can kiss it better…”

“Why did I know that you were going to say that?” Tina rolled her eyes.

“Because you know me so well,” Bette said, laughing and kissing her forehead.

“True or maybe your one-track mind is just too predictable now and you need a few new jokes for old horndog you,” Tina smiled back at Bette as she narrowed her eyes at being called ‘old.’

“But we should really get you some ice or ointment for it,” Tina said, still feeling guilty as she analyzed her actions and pressed her soft lips to the bruised cheek, caressing it gently. Did she hit Bette because of her own humiliation or because she saw her in a compromising situation with another woman? Tina was not prepared for the answer to that question just yet.

“T…” Bette gasped, breathless.

Tina stepped back, “Yeah?”

Bette unbuttoned her shirt, popping open the first button, then the second and then reaching for the third as Tina stared at her in anticipation, her mouth dry at the sight of exposed cleavage between dainty mounds.

Bette bit back a grin at her reaction, as she pulled her shirt down, exposing her left shoulder and arm that was covered with bruises.

Tina frowned. “Are those love bites?” She really did not want to envision anyone giving Bette bruises anywhere, let alone anywhere under her clothes.

Bette grimaced and sighed at the ceiling. “God, I wish!” She looked back at a confused Tina, “No T…This is you…”

“Oh…Oh fuck…” Tina gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as she realized the source of the bruising—all the times she would hit or punch Bette playfully, a little too hard.

“No, not yet (author ducks from ‘frustrated’ Tibetters). Though, you can kiss it and make it better too…” Bette grinned mischievously. She secretly did not mind any marking on her body if it came from Tina.

“Pssst… I was feeling sorry but never mind now. You deserve every one of those,” Tina chuckled as she reached out and buttoned her shirt up again, her fingers slightly shaking, loving the feel of the fabric beneath her fingers but loving the sight of the flawless caramel skin, sexy cleavage between the black bra more. She ran her hands up to Bette’s shoulders and down her arms, coming down to grip her hands.

“What’s next?” she gazed up at Bette adoringly.

“Lets get out of here before another weird blonde (Hint: EB) decides to visit during my office hours to seduce me…” Bette shuddered in pretense, ducking out of the way as quickly as she could as Tina swatted the air.

“Where to?” Tina asked, gathering her belongings.

Bette looked back from the door and smiled tenderly.

“Anywhere you want…”