Previously

“She wants to ruin your life, Helena. Don’t let her” Almost giddy from having her plan work so well, Dylan moved swiftly to Helena’s side, and placed a comforting hand on her back.

Helena stood still for a moment, still clinging on to a last bit of hope. Finally, the events of the day took its toll. How am I supposed to take this? First a stranger humiliates me, then my mother berates me, then Bette…she felt her world truly collapse. Bette, you said you were my ally, and you.. Nothing was worse than the thought of Bette manipulating her, crushing her. Helena burst out weeping, long slow anguish.

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So… where is Bette?

(Chapter 5)

“Its you I want, Helena”

Bette tipped her head back and looked into the shimmering pools that were Helena’s eyes. She once again brought her lips down on Helena’s, her tongue sought entry and moaned into the warm welcoming cavern. Bette’s hands thrilled at how Helena was responding to every touch…her nipples becoming taut and strained against the covering clothes, screaming to be let out of them. Bette slid her right hand slowly down Helena’s firm stomach… pausing teasingly at her navel, she could feel the slightest of tremors under her fingertips. Bette’s hand, achingly slowly, travelled further down, down… brushing against the curls, crept through the moist folds and there… she lightly touched the wet core of Helena’s being. Bette felt her own want escalate, her senses rise and rise nearing explosion as she felt the dripping evidence of Helena’s desire. She buried her face in Helena’s neck and moaned ‘talk to me Helena, tell me how you want me..’

“Miss Porter?”

“What?” Bette’s head snapped towards the male voice, her thoughts now jarred back into reality. Fuck! Helena what are you doing to me? I can’t even concentrate long enough to get rid of someone!

“Should I continue?” A fleeting look of smugness crossed his face. He knew that he’d just caught this enigmatic woman daydreaming.

Bette sat back in her seat impatiently and regarded the man in front of her. He’d come in at the worst time possible, and had already taken up so much of her afternoon. Impatience wasn’t the only thing swirling around within her, she was also mentally kicking herself as she thought of the way she’d thrown away precious time earlier that afternoon.