Chapter Fifteen

I sit on the door step to Bettes house, glancing down at the watch on my wrist as I notice with increasing irritation that time has decided to go inevitably slow today.

The sun begins to move further, and further behind grey clouds as a chill fills the air, leaves scraping against the ground as the sky shows all the tell tale signs of rain. I shake my head as rain drops fall onto my bare arms, but as I wipe them away the rain begins to fall faster.

Within minutes it seems like the entire heavens have opened. Rain pours down on me, cold droplets running down the back of my neck and through my clothes. My hair is matted to my face, my outfit clings to me uncomfortably, and all I can do is sit here…in the rain, waiting for Bette to come home. This is not how you want your lover to find you. This, what I look like right now is what you feel like on that first morning when you wake up with that somebody and you just know that youve drooled on the pillow. I try to shield myself with my dripping jacket, huddling under it as I shiver, my teeth chattering noisily, from the cold.

When I finally spot the headlights of Bettes sleek car driving towards the front lawn, its already dark and though the rain has stopped my damp clothes remain glued to my aching skin. She climbs out of her car, her cell phone attached to her ear, her keys dangling from one hand as she walks towards me without even noticing Im there.

I need it done by Friday, no later…right and I understand that but I have a reputation to withhold…look George I dont have time for this right now, I finished work a half an hour ago if you want to argue you with me wait until tomorrow when Im in the office She ends the call shaking her head. She looks down at me, her mouth shaping a soft huh that leaves her puzzled lips. T? What the ***** are you doing? She asks, crouching down beside me as I look up at her my face a picture of misery.

Well I was waiting for you, you said youd be back at six… I glance down at my watch. …and its now eight. Do you know how long Ive been sitting in the rain for?

She bites down softly on her bottom lip, the trace of amusement in her stifled grin making me even more angry. Baby why did you wait? She asks, her voice treading carefully as she warily places a hand on my shoulder.

Because…I wanted to see you ok? Its been a whole day I explain standing up from the damp floor. I didnt want to have to go the whole night aswell

I would have picked you up She tells me, bringing a hand to my hip. She pulls it away almost instantly. Youre soaking! You really should have called, I would have come back. Youre going to catch a cold now She tuts sighing. What are we going to do with you? She grins. Why dont you take a hot shower and Ill put the fire on for you, would that make it better baby?

My smile gets the better of me as it tugs at the corners of my lips. I was supposed to be angry at Bette for much longer than this. Well, its a start I guess

I stand under the shower head pouting as steam rises making the tiled room feel like a sauna. Bette shakes her head. uh uh, baby Im going to put the fire on and make you a hot drink and you are going to relax in that shower. Ive left you a robe on the side
But Bette… I whine. Wouldnt I relax more if you were in here with me? She keeps her eyes level with mine as I caress my damp skin suggestively. Wouldnt I be warmer?
Its not working T She assures me, but I can see the want in her eyes. Wash your hair, you dont want to catch the flu do you?
Baby if its not working how come your eyes havent been able to move from my face since I got in here?
Because… She stumbles on her words, backing away slowly. …I want to give you some privacy, thats all
Privacy? I chuckle as her eyes drop down and shoot back up.
T Im trying to be restrained here and youre… She straightens her shirt. …youre making that very hard for me. Now could you just let me do something for you without you distracting me with your nakedness
I dont know Bette…Ive had to wait for you all day, and I just cant stand it anymore I purr, clutching my ***** in my hands and sighing with great exaggeration.
The kettles boiled… She closes her eyes walking out of the room, leaving me to relax under the warm water a playful smirk spreading across my face.

As I slip on the robe my skin is flushed pink with warmth, my tousled hair is still dripping with water, my bad day is just a fading memory.
I walk into the living room, the warmth from the burning fire greeting me immediately. I snuggle closer into Bettes warm robe and pad over to the sofa where Bette is sat, her head bent down in concentration as she reads something. Two cups of steaming tea sit on the coffee table and I take one, sitting next to her.
Better baby? She asks, putting down her book and moving closer to me on the couch.
Much, I didnt think Id get the cold out of my skin She nods her head, playing with a strand of my hair.
Want me to dry your hair for you? She asks, patting her knee and signalling for me to sit on it. I smile sitting inbetween both of her legs. She brings a towel to my hair, drying it with such gentleness that I could almost fall asleep in her lap. Ive been thinking…you sitting in the rain is not a good thing, you having to wait for me period isnt a good thing so I thought, if you wanted, I could give you a key and you could just let yourself in
You want to give me a key to your house?
Well I wasnt talking about my car T, Im not trying to push you or anything I just thought…
Bette I interrupt her, squeezing her knee reassuringly. I would love that, I could give you a key to my apartment too. That way if you ever thought about surprising me, or leaving me presents you could She laughs softly, running her fingers through my drying hair.
Ill keep that in mind babe. Now you know Im going to have to get you back for what you did to me in that shower, dont you She moves my hair to the side, her lips against the back of my neck. She slips my robe down, her hands circling my waist and resting against my stomach. She kisses my shoulders, her face brushing against mine as her hands inch upwards stroking the bottom of my ***** before covering them with her hands.
Let me turn around Bette I ask her, my lips begging to touch hers. Her hands continue to caress my *****, as Im sat in Bettes lap, dying to move but somehow being unable to. Her hands leave my ***** and her finger tips dance teasingly across my ribs, her lips leaving damp kisses that feel like trails of fire along the back of my neck.
Bette My voice is a disappearing complaint, the pleasure of Bettes touch seeping into my tone. She trails a finger along my spine, my body shivering automatically.
You deserve it She whispers into my ear, her tongue darting out to capture my ear lobe as a groan escapes my lips.
Please I plead. She lets me turn around, my robe slipping down my shoulders opened completely to expose the front of my body. She eyes me greedily as I wrap my legs around her, her arms around my waist pulling me close. You didnt kiss me I tell her.
What?
Youre supposed to kiss me as soon as you see me I pout. She kisses me, her tongue gently sliding across the tip of mine.
I guess Im going to have to do something about that She whisper her mouth capturing mine as her hands slide up and down the small of my back. I feel like Im melting into her kiss, every inch of my body is throbbing with the knowledge of Bettes touch. We start to move against each other, Bettes heart beating impossibly fast against my chest, her gasps and groans only serving to make me want her even more. But as her hands cup my face I feel her cell vibrating in her breast pocket. She mouths an apology bringing her phone to her ear as I continue to move against her. Erm…Bette Porter
Are we breaking up? Alice asks as I kiss Bettes bottom lip sucking on it gently. Because its ok if you return at least one of my messages
Were not… Bette gently tries to push me away. …were not breaking up, Ive just been busy you know? I cup her ***** in my hands, the tips of my fingers grazing her erect nipples. She closes her eyes, trying to concentrate on the phone call.
Havent you two stopped having ***** yet? Its been like two months, give it a rest
We dont have ***** all the time Bette insists, but her voice is unsteady.
Well then prove it. If you can control your hormones for five minutes then theres a new club opening tomorrow night called Milk. Im writing an article on it, bring the little lady. Im sure you can find somewhere to fondle her, I hear they have pretty impressive toilets I kiss Bette neck, brushing my tongue against her collar bone.
Well, well be there
Youd better be or Ill write an article on you As I kiss her neck I slip my hand inbetween her damp thighs, my fingers slipping across the wetness I find there.
Right…thats…I gotta go Al, well be there
What the ***** are you… She throws the phone onto the armchair away from us, Alices distant voice still mumbling.
Now where were we?