“YESSSSSS!”

Bette now sucked and licked the skin on the nape of her neck, giving her a hickey, while also pinching a nipple. It was the combination of all those sensations that sent Tina over the edge. She came so loud that Bette was pretty sure all of Chicago had heard her girlfriend. It took her a while to recover.

“Damn, you’re good,” Tina panted finally. “Guess I’m going to have to shower again.

–oOo–oOo–oOo–oOo–oOo–

The following morning, Bette and Tina parted at Bette’s loft with a kiss on the lips. They both took another route to the hospital, not wanting anyone to see them entering together. Tina groaned as she arrived and noticed that Josh’ shiny car was already parked. Granted, he’d backed off since her little show she had put on with Juliette, but she still didn’t like him.

She was wondering if there seriously was no way to get that guy on a plane and back to his hometown, or at least unable to work, when Shane entered. Shane gave her a wink, Tina rewarded her with one of her infamous eyerolls.

“What is it now?” Tina sighed, pulling her hair up into a ponytail. 

“I heard you have a girlfriend… of three years. Jet-black hair, blue eyes and according to one doctor Becker quote unquote way too hot to be a lesbian. When did that happen?”

Tina explained the situation. “I can’t believe he’s one of those guys thinking hot women can’t be gay.”

Shane smirked. “Hot women are the reason other hot women are gay.”

“Speaking of hot women…” Tina muttered under her breath when they left the changing room and ran into dr Porter. “Good morning, dr Porter!” Tina greeted her superior as if she hadn’t woken her up by going down on her about an hour ago.

Bette turned to Tina as if she had only just seen her and nodded. “Dr. Kennard.”

“You know, as much fun as it is to see you two put on a show, you can drop the act,” Shane said dryly. 

Bette and Tina looked at her, both perplexed. 

Shane shrugged. “I’m sorry, Bette, but you’ve got the ‘I-woke-up-with-a-tongue-inside-me’ look and Tina couldn’t let go of the goofy grin even if she tried. Maybe you can fool others, but not me. Remember my job?”

Tina groaned. “Okay, fine. Fine. Bette and I are dating. But don’t tell anyone!”

“Oh my god!” an annoyingly chirpy voice sounded behind them. “Bette and Tina are dating? Dana! Dana! I toldyou so! Those twenty bucks are mine.”

“Alice – shut it!” Bette tried, but to no avail. Emily, a passing nurse, had heard it and was already telling her colleague Ashley.

Drs Bette Porter and Tina Kennard were now officially the talk of Chicago Memorial Hospital.