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Tina slowly opens her eyes, feeling sleep gradually leaving and consciousness setting in. The moment she sees the empty space beside her, she turns around and her hand automatically reaches out, searching for her phone.
“Be right back with food,” reads the message that Bette has left, immediately setting Tina at ease.
She drops the phone onto the mattress and stretches lazily, kicking the covers in the process. Then she just lies there, sprawled on the bed with eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, still feeling drowsy. Noises from the room next door keep stopping her from falling asleep again so she decides to pass her time by checking the news. There’s nothing alarming, thankfully, the police haven’t told the media much about yesterday’s incident and her colleagues haven’t made any contact—a sign that they’re still in the clear.
It was quite exhilarating to be able to pull a job on such a large scale. Neither she nor Bette has ever imagined that they could be a part of that kind of heist. But Helena’s brilliant, the team’s solid and the timing was just immaculate. So now here they are, their share safe in their bags and all they need to do is lay low for a few weeks before cashing in and finally get their dream life started.
At that thought, she sits up and jumps out of bed, going to her backpack that’s sitting on the small table across the room. She takes out the earrings, smiling widely as she admires the sparkling stones. Her fingers trace the smooth, hard surface as her mind wanders, imagining the wedding and honeymoon that they’ve wanted for so long.
But her euphoria is cut short when she hears faint footsteps approaching the room door, followed by the rattling of the lock. Swiftly, she hides the earrings in a side pocket and slips her hand inside the bag, gripping her butterfly knife firmly. The door handle turns and Bette appears, much to Tina’s relief.
“You’re up?” remarks Bette when she sees the other woman standing a bit awkwardly at the other side of the room, only wearing a t-shirt. She notices her fiancée’s hand being withdrawn from the bag as she walks towards her to place the paper bags and take-away cups on the table. “Was there news?”
“No. Just being careful,” says the blonde as she moves her bag to the chair to make room for their brunch. Then she grabs one of the paper bags, opens it and takes out a burger. She takes a big bite from the bun, letting out a muffled groan of satisfaction. They eat on the bed while watching TV, flipping through the channels for news.
Bette has settled on a cartoon channel when their phones beep simultaneously. After stealing a quick glance at each other, they both check their phones to see the same message sent from an unknown number.
“All cool. See you in 2 weeks. Bring the bling. A.”
“Well, that’s that,” says Bette who sets her phone aside and starts cleaning up the used wrappers.
“I can’t help but feel a teeny bit anxious though,” Tina tells the brunette as she tries to take the woman’s leftover fries, earning herself a slap on the wrist.
“That’s mine. Eat yours.”
“But mine’s all gone!” argues Tina.
“I’ll let you have one but that’s it.” Bette takes one french fry and gives it to Tina.
“So stingy,” mumbles the blonde who finishes the fried potato in two bites. She waits until Bette has walked away with the trash before stealing some more fries, fully aware that the taller woman will find out about it.
Sure enough, when Bette returns to her seat a moment later, there’s barely anything left in her french fry bag and she glares at the woman who’s acting innocent, eyes on the TV as if nothing’s wrong. “Yours was extra-large,” she tells her. “And you still steal from me?”
“Sharing is caring,” replies Tina nonchalantly. “Besides, you have no proof that I ate your fries.”
“There’s only the two of us here.”
“A rat could’ve swooshed by and grabbed them.”
“Rats don’t swoosh.”
“Dash then?”
“There is no rat here.”
“It’s a motel. There are always rats here.”
Bette grabs Tina’s hand, spreads her fingers then sniffs them. “Frying oil,” she mumbles.
“Circumstantial. I ate a burger.”
Tina then watches in amusement as Bette slowly tugs her hand closer, the tip of her index finger briefly touching the woman’s bottom lip before it’s wrapped by her full lips in a quick, soft suck. Tina's eyes got wider. She sucked and licked it for a few seconds before releasing the blonde’s finger, Bette smirks and licks her lips. “Salt. Burger buns aren’t coated in salt,” she says. “Thief.”
“That I am,” Tina says, eyes darkening when her fiancée proceeds to lick and suck each of her fingers clean. “Damn,” she hisses, completely turned on by what Bette just did.
“Go wash your hands,” Bette lets go of Tina’s hand and stands up, quickly stuffing the remaining french fries in her mouth before tossing the bag to the bin.
She follows Tina to the bathroom to wash her hands and mouth, chuckling when the blonde jumps her on her way back to the bed, pushing her to fall face first onto the mattress. She turns her body around just in time to see Tina crawling onto the bed, hovering over her. The woman stops when they’re face to face, eyes locking. Then the intense, dark eyes soften as Tina’s lips twitch into a smile.
“Why are you smiling?” asks Bette, lifting her hands to then slip them under Tina’s t-shirt, caressing her abdomen. She feels her shiver a bit and slows down her hand movements.
“We can finally start planning the wedding,” says Tina.
“Uh huh.”
“And the honeymoon.”
“Yup.”
“We can then go house hunting.”
“Apartment hunting, you mean,” corrects Bette, emphasizing her preference to live in apartments—one of the causes of their regular arguments.
“A house usually comes with a garage, you know. More space for not just cars but bikes, maybe even boats and jet skis?” argues Tina, appealing to her fiancée’s extreme fondness of fast vehicles—which also happens to be the tools of her trade, being arguably the best getaway driver-slash-racer the nation’s criminal world has ever seen.
“Good point,” says Bette who’s now also smiling at the thought of finally settling down with the love of her life. The moment is too endearing and Tina’s being too adorable so even though she still prefers apartments, she knows that this is not the time to start an argument. “House hunting it is then.”
Tina’s smile widens and she leans down to place a soft kiss on Bette’s lips.
“I’ll replace your ring,” mumbles Bette against Tina’s lips, referring to the cheap engagement ring she proposed with. “You deserve better and now I can give you what you deserve,” she opens her eyes when she senses Tina moving back and sees her chuckle.
“And I’ll make sure to get you a ring,” Tina says. “You can’t say no, this time.”
Bette had insisted that she didn’t need an engagement ring and that Tina should save her money for their wedding instead. “We’ll get matching rings.”
“Deal!” Tina cheerfully exclaims before leaning down to recapture Bette’s lips. A few intense moments later and Bette’s about to unbuckle her belt when she realizes that not only has that been done for her, her pants button and zipper have also come totally undone.
She can’t help but grin at her smirking fiancée who’s moved up the bed to a more comfortable position. “The speed of your fingers never cease to amaze me,” she remarks as she takes off her pants, kicking it carelessly off the bed.
Tina waits until Bette’s lying on top of her before she cups her face—thumbs brushing the skin of her cheeks—and looks her in the eyes. “I love you. I can’t wait to finally spend the rest of my life with you.”
Bette smiles, places a tender kiss on Tina’s nose then says, “I love you too and I will buy you all the fries you want if you promise to never steal mine again,” she laughs when Tina slaps her shoulder. “Just kidding. You’ve stolen the most important, precious thing from me anyway. What’s a few fried potatoes?”
“What's most important, precious thing? Please don’t say your he-…”
“My heart,” interjects Bette with a cheeky grin. She laughs even harder when she sees Tina’s not-amused expression and presses her lips against her jaw, creating a trail of gentle, fleeting kisses on Tina’s skin. “But it’s the truth,” she mumbles. “You also own my soul, my body…” Her mouth stops near Tina’s ear and she can feel the woman squirm a bit when her breath hits her skin. “Soulmates,” she whispers before she kisses the shell of her ear. “Don’t be anxious. We’ll see this through together. It’s all going to be alright.”
Tina turns her head and lets her lips meet Bette’s. “Thank you, soulmate.”