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    The Note – Part 2

    Story written on November 9, 2004 by cramit.
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    Good thing IKEA takes check cards…

    Leaving the relatively safe haven of her car, Bette tucked the note into the front pocket of her black slacks and strode purposefully to the front door. Breathing deep, she fought hard not to scan the windows for any sign of Tina, foolishly hoping to give off the appearance that she just happened to show up when the note said to. Unable to explain the tug of disappointment when the front curtains appeared just as they had when she left this morning, Bette dropped her gaze, instead choosing to concentrate on finding her house keys hiding stubbornly in her purse. Casting one last furtive glance to her side before reaching instinctively to put the key into the lock, she almost missed the note taped to the door.


    With keys poised, Bette once again looked around, breaking out into a smile at the absurdity of the nervousness rushing through her while she waited to walk into her own home. She casually reached up with her free hand, keys dangling forgotten in the other. Turning away from the shadows cast by the front door, Bette brought the second note close and read it, all nerves coming to attention as the words filtered into her brain.


    Dont bother with this. Youll find me in the back.”T.


    Stuffing her keys back into her purse, Bette noted with some dismay that her fingers were actually trembling, missing the zippered pocket on her first two attempts. Breathing deep and holding it, Bette squared her shoulders and walked confidently to the back walkway.


    This is just silly. Bette mumbled, the butterflies in her stomach a direct counterpoint to her feeble attempt to play it cool. Truth was, the only thing keeping Bette from running those last few feet to the walkway, were her heels. She was pretty sure that Tina didnt have nursing a sprained ankle on her mind when she sent that note this morning. Besides, she thought, a girl has to have some dignity. And so it was with a confident smile that Bette rounded the corner, pushing open the gate and calling out to Tina.


    Tina, whats goi. Bettes breath caught, unable to finish her sentence. All pretense of dignity was shattered as she took in the sight before her, her purse sliding unnoticed down her arm, instinct saving its fall as her fingers grasped it at the last minute. Taking a few more steps, Bette let the gate close loudly behind her, moving her head slowly as she struggled to take in exactly what she was seeing.


    The entire walkway was lined with white votive candles, each flickering flame seeming to call out to her from behind their glass houses. Twenty, maybe thirty little golden lights twinkled their greeting, drawing her gaze along each one, passing along her shuffling feet in their shadows until both she and her gaze were brought up short by the vision awaiting her final approval.


    Casting everything within her field of vision in dancing golden hues, had to be hundreds of candles. Votives free of their glass protection were burning brightly around the pool, standing guard over dozens of floating candles lazily playing in the water. Watching the festivities from afar, were scattered tea light lanterns, winking at Bette from the far shadows of the yard.


    All this Bette took in as she still slowly moved further and further into the surreal space Tina had created. Completely enraptured by the display before her, Bette never noticed the soft glow coming from her left. It was only when Bette heard the soft clearing of a throat, did she finally drag her eyes from their current path.


    Turning her body slowly, Bette could not control the slight gasp that rushed through her lips. Standing there, amongst the sensuous glow of rows of long white pillar candles, was her Tina.


    Holding the final note.

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    1. LOL. ficklets. Good one. But yes, that was a good short ones. Cramit, you probably going to go through a few ficklets to get that writer’s block out of your system? Well, I enjoy it anyways.

    3. *lolol* I mean, get back into the Erotica Royal Family. Cause “backing into the Erotica Royal Family” gives off a whole other set of images. :P

      FFC, is your stage name Delicious? :D

    4. Seen it? I’m the one with the short hair in the front that tips with 20’s. How could you forget? :D

      Thanks, fizzle. Glad you like it. You do know it’s Tina and Bette though, right? Not Teddy and Bette? ;) Wouldn’t want you to be disappointed. :D :D :D

    5. Damn. This thing IS short. Why am I writing ficlets all of a sudden? *lol* Sorry. Looked longer in Word. The next one will be twice this, at least. I hope. :P

    6. Honey. (Imagine me as a very tall, very well groomed drag queen with attitude when I say that.) It’s quality. Not quantity. And Baby, you got the goods.

    7. Queen of ficlets? Hmmmm….not sure I want that title. *lol* :P Just means I’m gonna have to work harder to back into the Erotica Royal Family. I think I could pull off being a Duchess.

      *bows*

      No, wait. Damn. :P

    11. cramit, it may look short to you but it feels long enough because of the promise it contains…saweet!!

      I’ll send you all the trancy drum ‘n bass CD’s – or whatever breakbeats you feel like – to get you into the groove

    13. Ficlets? What a cute name. Love it! Anyway, I actually imagined the sight of all the candles lighting their garden. I’m an IKEA fiend so I can truly appreciate this. I have candle holders in EVERY room in my house. You’ve just given me a GREAT idea. Cramit, you’re a genius. :-)

    14. Fizzle, we do have an agreement. I’m just making sure. Gotta keep my ass out of the doghouse. :)

      FFC, see now I know you don’t remember me. Cher? That wasn’t me. I was the one asking for Brenda Lee medleys. And here I thought the 20’s would set me apart. *sigh*

    17. Cramit, I think you have found that happy medium you mentioned when I told you that anytime I see you name I know I will either laugh my ass off or need a cold shower. I am pretty sure though that the cold shower is in my very near future!!

    18. Ficlets? Drag Queens? Brenda Lee? Agreements? I feel so left out! Tina holding the final note….she’s naked right?

      2 chapters and no erotica….unless you count the teasing! Cramit, I’ll read anything you write….you’re awesome!

    23. Tsk, tsk, ajakes. Now, don’t take all the romance out of it. ;) I can make the next chapter literal, if you’d like.

      “Bette, here’s the fucking bill. I was hoping you’d get home before the lights got cut but….” :P

      FFC, can the encore be “From Levi’s to Calvin Klein Jeans”? :)

      Thanks, chase. You’re gonna make me blush. :D

    26. FFC, HA! I’m not taking THAT bait. I had to invest in expensive stationary to pen an apology letter to your SO last time. Christmas is coming up. I need my money. ;)

      Ajakes, esta bien. Don’t apologize. You know I love you. :D Forget the cashier’s check. Just stick with me with this story and hopefully, I can give you something to comment about other than the note. *wink* :D

    27. Okay, okay. On the bright side, you should know she had that note framed. I’m still not allowed out of the house, but at least I have your fine penmanship on display.

    30. Bring on that last note. This chap has me picturing Tina in her birthday suit surrounded by the glow of all those candles. Very nice, thanks Cramit. I’m heading out to get my copy of L season one, want me to pick one up for you? :)

    31. Crammit you didn’t make me wait too long for this update–it is short but very very nice I can’t wait to see where this is going–You never disappoint

    35. try as i might, i fall in love with every one of your stories from the first chapter, from the first paragraph, heck, from the first word! cramit i don’t know how you do it but you write better than that most of the novels i’ve read in my short life. and trust me, there have been many. great new series. thanks for writing with such flare and passion. now post again! :D

    37. aaaaack! more please! I swear this is the sweetest most romantic story I’ve read in a while. I’ve got a healthy obsession with leaving notes, so this is my kinda story right here! Love it!

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