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    Original of the Species

     

    Tina was the first to try the meat along with a couple of the veggies and her face was immediately transformed.

     

    “God Bette…” Tina didn’t even know what to say, true she wasn’t a food critique or anything of the sort but she did know when something tasted good, great, awesome or heavenly. And in this case it was heavenly.

     

    Bette released a small amount of air she wasn’t aware she was holding. She had never doubted her skills before and she did not certainly doubt them now, but somehow it mattered to her what the blonde thought of her abilities and her food.

     

    “I… I don’t even know where to start” Tina said as she proceeded to keep on tasting other ingredients that were on her plate.

     

    “Do you like it?” Bette asked shyly and had to wait a couple of moments for Tina to properly savour and swallow the food.

     

    “Like it? Are you kidding me? This is probably one of the best grilled dishes I’ve ever had… and that’s saying a lot… my dad better not hear about this”

     

    “Well I’m happy that you like it, and that you take your time with it… unlike Alice that always praises the food even before she swallows it” Bette said rather amused.

     

    “I cannot blame her for that” The blonde said also amused, trying to picture the situation.

     

    “It’s like cooking for a beast… and adorable one, but still a beast” Bette said giggling.

     

    The conversation flew easily between them, just as it had all along. Somehow time seemed to vanish for them as they showed to have the ability to simply get lost around each other. One topic lead to the other and one anecdote encouraged the other to tell a similar one if they had one or simply laugh together.

     

    “Should I open another one before dessert?” Bette asked noticing the bottle of wine was empty.

     

    Tina thought about the word dessert for a minute and what her concept of the dessert she was craving to have had been all afternoon. So she raised one of her eyebrows and unconsciously bit her lower lips.

     

    “I think I have a better idea for dessert” Tina said in a tone of voice that was hard to describe for it was composed of many emotions. She reached across the table and softly grabbed the brunette’s hand as she got up and lead them inside the house.

     

    All the while this was taking place you could hear in the background the cords of the same song they had danced to the previous night.

     

    So I waited for you

    What wouldn’t I do

    And I’m covered it’s true

    I’m covered in you

    If I ever want proof

    I find it in you

    Yeah I honestly do… in you I find proof…

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    Comments

    1. Im so glad you’re back, I really love this story… You had me laughing when Bette cursed after accidentally cutting her finger, they are so cute together… Thank you for this awesome fic and im looking forward for the next update:-)

    2. Oh my what a treat. Had to go back to the beginning and read to this last chapter because I’d forgotten the earlier chapters and how much I loved the story. It is such a sweet coming out story for Tina and for both of them to have found that sweet, easy, comforting, forever love. They are truly beautiful together. Thanks for coming back to complete the story.

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