Everything in her was thrumming, alive and hungry as she sought the other woman's mouth against her own. She never thought it could be this easy, this simple, all mouths and hands and desperate clutching. She'd never been this aware of her body before, parts of her that were long forgotten were alive, awake and eager.

It wasn't until it was over that she started thinking again. A thin layer of sweat on her skin and a virtual stranger in her bed. She hadn't even asked her name. She wasn't even sure she wanted to ask. She pulled away, and felt herself close off. Then the dark haired soldier reached for her feet and began to massage them.

When they finally spoke, she was unsure of herself. Unsure of exactly what this was. But more of this, she thought, couldn't possibly be a bad thing. And the woman solider reached out for her again, and whatever desire had been momentarily sated reared it's head once more.

She's like me, Betty thought looking into confident, flirtatious eyes. Then she lets herself get lost in the sheer pleasure of it all, having another's desire match her own. Perhaps she has wanted too much and waited too long. This is so very easy. And she had a woman in her bed, flushed and eager to be pleasured by her.

A while later she watches the dark haired woman creep out of her bed and begin to pull on her clothes. She flashed a smile in Betty's direction on the bed and paused just inches away from her face.

"Aren't you going to ask what my name is?"

Betty paused, she still wasn't sure she wanted to know, "What is your name?"

"My name is Teresa." She smiles and laughs, giving Betty one last kiss before she leaves to ship out. She happily hops from the bed and pulls her uniform back on.
closing the door behind her and leaving Betty alone in the dark.

It was dark now, that much was certain. Most of the girls had returned from the festivities at Vic Mu sometime ago. The soldier had waited to leave until everyone else was in bed. She was good at this, and good at being discrete. She wondered absently if there were other girls she visited like this, she didn't really care if there were.

Then she glanced stood up to pick the clothes up off her floor and put them away. As she was folding her pants and returning to the drawer she made the mistake of glancing at her mirror. Kate's photo was still tucked into her mirror. It stung to look at so she hurriedly grabbed at the photo that caused this reaction and shoved it into the drawer with the others. An old fantasy lurks in the back of her mind and she shoves it away quickly.

Monday morning came. She was tired, much more so than she expected but she dressed for her shift regardless. But when she walked out her door she found herself face to face with Kate who'd opened her door at the exact same moment. She wasn't sure why but she couldn't quite bring herself to meet Kate's eyes. Old feelings welled up inside her at the hurt expression that briefly flitted across Kate's features. She glanced again but the redhead's features were impassive. Now was no time to go swooning and weak at the knees. She could do without Kate in her life, she had to. She had Ivan for crying out loud. She quickly pushed this thought away too, it was far too easy to picture the two of them together doing things that made her skin crawl and her stomach quiver anxiously.

She avoids Kate all the way to Vic Mu. Kate, for her part, seems unable to breech this new awkwardness between them. It's frustrating when she finds Gladys isn't on the line today. Dammit Princess, Betty thinks, I could really use some company today. Kate's at the station next to hers, but neither of them are speaking, they just do their jobs in silence. She tries not to glance at Kate's hands, but every once in a while she catches herself looking.
She tries to flag down the shift matron for answers while working her station.
"Mrs Corbett?"

"McRae?"

"Where's Gladys?" Lorna paused before responding, unsure of how much she should say, "Her fiancé has been killed overseas. Miss Witham is taking some time off."
"How much time?" A bit of desperation leaked into her voice, she wasn't sure how long she could stand being alone with Kate.

Lorna merely shrugged, "Let's do our jobs girls." She called this last part out loudly.

"Poor Gladys." Kate's voice rung out next to her, it was low and sweet. Absolutely perfectly Kate. Stop it McRae, she thought to herself, stop it. It seemed her heart had it's own ideas of what she should be thinking.

"Hmm." Betty did not trust herself to speak. She choked up slightly and turned her attention back to her work.

That night she crawled into bed shortly after scrambling herself an egg. She was exhausted and needed to catch up on the sleep she'd missed the night before. Kate was out. She didn't mean to know it, she just couldn't help knowing it. Not with Kate's room directly across the hall from hers.
She could hear Moira and Dolores shouting at each other over something in the kitchen and she tried to will herself into a dreamless sleep.

Her face was pressed into a woman's breast, and she kissed it rocking her body into the warm one beneath hers. The pale body underneath hers was arching and shuddering in response to her touch.
She smiled proudly into soft skin as they rocked and moved together in the dark.

"Betty." A shaky whisper invaded her dream and she raised her head to look at her dream-lover to see dark copper hair and pale blue eyes.
"Kate?"

Betty shot up in bed immediately, her body still aroused from the dream. It was still dark outside. She took deep heavy breaths for a few moments. She pressed her hands over her eyes, she couldn't be dreaming like this anymore she just couldn't.