Bette pushed Helena up against the closed door, she deepen the kiss, a long slow sensuous kiss that held both reminders of passions past and promises of future pleasure.  When she drew back, the corners of her full mouth lifted in a satisfied smile at the slight unfocused look in Helena’s eyes.

“I just had to do that, you have brought out so many different feelings in me.”

“Bette, we can’t do this.” Helena said as she moved away fro Bette. “I know we have become friends over the past few months.  However, you are still getting over a long relationship.  You may not feel that those feeling are still there but I can look into your eyes and see, such soulful eyes and see the pain and hurt in you.”

“Lena, I can’t deny that I still have feelings for Tina, but it’s more hate and hurt than a love and sexual feeling.  Tonight I realized that we have so much in common and we enjoy the same things.  Look at Tina.”  She watch Helena finch with that last comment. “I’m sorry, that was low. This is me Lena, the old Bette.  When I want someone I make it known to that person.”

“I understand, but the feelings I have right now, right this minute is not.” She sighs, “It is not a fling that I want with you, I want more, and I can’t ask you for that.  It’s too soon. The old Helena would not have given a shit, and she would have taken what she wanted.  However, you and Alice have taught me a lot about my self and friendship.  Bette I don’t want to lose our friendship in the process.” Helena walked over and sat on the couch.  Bette followed her and kneeled down in front of her taken her hands and bring them up to her lips, she kissed each finger.   The sensation that went through Helena had her wet with in sections and her head spinning.

“Lena, I know my feelings and because we are friends that is what made me realize you are not the person I thought you to be.   Yes, we got off on the wrong foot in the beginning, but now I see you as a very warm loving person.  Oh and I know that once we agree that this is right, I don’t know if either one of us will survive the passion.”  Bette leaned up and kissed those soft lips that she has been carving for the past hour. “Lena, I want you, I need to feel alive and wanted.” She said in between small kisses she placed on Helena’s lips and neck. Helena brought her hands up to touch Bette’s face and looked into her eyes. Seeing the need and want in her eyes, she could not turn her away.