At Woody's and Sailor—a beloved bar in Toronto's gay neighborhood—Bette felt right at home. And even more so when she looked to her left and saw the love of her life, content and comfortable, looking out at everyone on the dancefloor, taking a slow sip of her drink.

Bette followed her gaze and saw a couple in their early twenties share an embrace. She smiled, feeling wistful. "You were right. I do like this bar."

Tina dimpled. "I knew you would." And then, meeting Bette's eyes, her smile slipped as she was momentarily disarmed by just how stunning she was. That sharp jaw, those dark brown eyes, those loose curls. She bit her lip. "You're beautiful."

Bette felt her stomach turn effervescent, cheeks immediately reddening. "Thank you."

"Not just tonight, I mean," Tina added, her tone thoughtful. "Even in pajamas, you take my breath away."

Bette reached out for Tina's hand and lifted it to her lips for a quiet kiss.

Even at such a simple—and chaste—act, Tina felt her breath shudder out in response to the feeling.

And, then, from the speakers, the heard the first few notes of a slow song.

Tina stood up and pulled lightly on Bette's hand, encouraging her to follow. "Dance with me?"

Bette nodded softly, heart suddenly hammering in her chest.

They walked hand-in-hand onto the dancefloor, where a number of couples were already dancing—and a few more followed behind them.

They easily found their way into each other's arms: Bette's hand on Tina's hip, Tina's on Bette's shoulder, the space between their bodies shrinking with every sway.

Tina lifted her face and pressed a kiss to Bette's cheek.

Bette melted at the contact, exhaling a sated breath, her eyes falling shut. Instinctively, she pulled Tina closer, her palm smoothing over a soft waist.

Cheek-to-cheek, Tina shut her eyes, relishing in the feel of Bette: her form flush against hers, soft breasts against her breasts, that hand on her back holding their bodies tightly together, close enough that each movement wasn't hers but theirs.

Bette inhaled the scent of blonde hair. She felt a pounding heart, and she didn't know if it was hers or Tina's. Maybe both. Quietly: "When you touch me, my entire body starts humming."

Tina's fingers still knotted in thick hair, gently caressing skin, she held Bette tight against her. She exhaled against the shell of Bette's ear. "Me, too."

Her breath was warm against Bette's skin, and Bette shivered, despite the summer heat. Her palm caressed Tina's upper arm, skin impossibly smooth. Then, desiring more contact, her other hand found Tina's waist, pulling that perfect body impossibly closer to hers.

Tina held back a groan. And, though they were full-on embracing in the middle of the bar now—potentially with an audience, if the other bar-goers hadn't been consumed by their own romances—she didn't care. She pushed back the brown curls that had gotten matted to Bette's skin and buried her face in her neck, warm and sweet.

Bette's breath instantly caught in her throat, her grip tightening onto the satiny fabric of Tina's blouse.

Tina couldn't help but press her lips to the skin beneath Bette's ear, to taste the salt of her. And then, somehow, Bette's thigh was between each of hers, and her breath shuddered out at the sensation. She felt a new heat spread throughout her body.

"Bette..."

Bette pulled back—just enough to meet Tina's hazel eyes, her dazed expression, and to then press her mouth to hers, nipping at a pink bottom lip.

Tina exhaled a hard breath through her nose, one hand moving down low enough to cup a round ass, urge Bette closer, that thigh between hers…

Bette whimpered at the feeling, instinctively pressing herself against Tina's leg, and closer, always closer…

Tina muffled her gasp against Bette's neck, also falling victim to the feeling.

"Ti…" Bette breathed, her legs holding Tina's thigh against herself with a vice-like grip.

Tina's breath rushed out, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep ahold on her surroundings, to maintain some control. She pushed against Bette's hips—just enough to urge her back an inch, enough to take back her thigh.

They easily resituated—pelvis-to-pelvis, breast-to breast—and Bette lightly nipped Tina's earlobe. "Just like old times, huh?"

Tina felt her laugh a little and responded with a smile. "Let me take you home."