"Bette."

They’d played this game many times. Tina shivered in anticipation of her partner’s action, her wife’s love.

For herself, Bette still appeared transfixed upon Tina’s body. She let her hands roam over the silky texture of Tina’s bra. "You’re so beautiful," she whispered.

"Take me." Tina whispered the words that she knew would spur Bette forward.

And they did just that. Bette efficiently removed Tina’s shirt and bra, and laid her love back on the bed, positioning herself alongside. The two connected through slow kisses as Bette teased a path down Tina’s body, her hand coming to where it could unfasten the front of Tina’s slacks.

The women were completely absorbed in each other. Neither heard the door open.

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The first throat-clearing noise was quieter than the mewing sounds coming from Tina’s throat. The second caused Bette to jump.

She turned quickly, eyes flashing, more concerned about concealing Tina than her own state of undress.

There, in their bedroom, stood their houseguest. Bette found some greater sense of irony in the fact that the intruder was wearing her clothes.

"Uh, guys," Shane started, seemingly unaffected by what she had interrupted.

"What?" Bette snapped.

Tina scrambled to grab her shirt, so she could cover herself as she sat up on the bed. "Do you need something?"

"I just wanted to say good night." Shane took a slow step towards the bed. "And thanks."

Bette pulled her robe around herself, concealing herself. "Good night."

Shane started another step towards the couple.

"Out." Bette pointed towards the door, letting the intruder know in no uncertain terms that she and Tina had not changed their mind about their guest’s earlier offer.

There was a pause as Shane and Bette locked eyes for a moment. Then, without another word, Shane turned and exited.

The room was momentarily silent. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the last sound Bette expected to hear. Tina’s giggles.

She looked to her partner, her face showing that she was not sharing the amusement of the situation.

"I feel like we’ve been busted by a kid." Tina wiped at her eye, finding this far more amusing than her partner.

"We have," Bette stated. "A street kid."

"I meant our kid." Tina leaned in for a kiss, and then hopped off the bed. "I want to make sure she’s ok."