❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ ( from bette)
@jcyfulmess
tina jumped, spinning on the spot to face bette, as bette’s very own shirt swivelled around tina’s creamy thighs. her long legs visible, for tina wore nothing save for the large shirt she’d stolen from bette’s drawer earlier this morning. a gasp, "you scared me...” before a clear sigh of relief, “...you’re like a panther,” and tina finally looked down at what she was wearing. “yeah, sorry, i uh, didn’t want to put on my dress from last night... it reeks of vodka,” tina half blushed, spatula in hand as eggs sizzled in the pan on the stove beside her. “i hope it’s okay, i didn’t want to wake you… you look so peaceful when you sleep.”














