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    One Day Soon (9)

    Story written on April 12, 2007 by sofasitter.
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    Bette/Tina – Her laughter fills the room, “I know you’re just pretending Bette,”

    One Day Soon – Part 9

     

     

     

     

     

    Bette’s couch, West Hollywood, Los Angeles, 2007

    I’m sure I tried hard not to fall asleep but a night spent on the beach will do that. There’s familiar sounds floating in from the kitchen, accompanied by familiar smells, in my head I’m dreaming of a faraway time when this was my reality instead of my ideal, when the sound of her humming as she fixes our dinner was akin to the sound of her breathing as she lay next to me in our bed, just something that happened every day, that I took for granted.

    I turn and look, she has her back to me, busying about the kitchen like she never left. I haven’t changed a thing; I’ve barely used it. Angie’s asleep in her playpen, her little face cuddled up to her blanket, she sleeps like Tina, on her front with her arms and legs splayed out to the sides, sometimes I wonder how she manages to breathe.

    It smells like chicken, and maybe Parma ham, I love her cooking. Secretly I hope that she’s making my all time favourite dish but it might be silly to wish that, we’re not in love like we used to be, it’s not fair to expect her to make those loving gestures anymore.

    She makes love with food. She knows every way there is to get me into bed with a particular dish, she knows that seafood makes me want her and we’ll never make it to desert, she knows that chocolate will prolong things, ending slow and delicious just like the rich dark treat she served. I’ve got a bank full of memories hinged on the smells and the tastes she’s created and there’s dishes I still can’t eat, food that tastes bitter and hard to swallow when I’m forced to enjoy it without her company. So in some ways I hope she doesn’t make my favourite dish, not if I don’t get to have it the way that I want.

    I can’t help but smile as she twirls around, unaware that she’s being watched. So many times lately I’ve caught her eye and pulled away, scared that I’m imagining I’m seeing something there, it would be suicide to fall for her again. Then there’s that lingering look that tells me she’s imagining it too, she sees it there and she thinks it’s real, that the connection between us didn’t really die, that we can still read each others thoughts and soothe each others hearts with just a fleeting look.

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    Comments

    1. well, sofa, a writer should provide us with a glimpse into those moments in a life that we all share, in this case, moments in a partnership. it hit really super close to home–which is a sign that you wrote it incredibly amazingly well.

    7. Aww. Thanks for saying you would be gentle. This story is really beautiful. Its touching because you can read into their every flicker of a thought. Love, attraction, being afraid, insecure, and then love again. Always love in the end. I dig it.

    9. Now this is the Bette and Tina that should be shown on the show. The little things that make life worth living. The little things that made the big messes not so big. The love that is still in their hearts even after the mess that they made of their life together.

    10. This was wonderful, I just hope they can get it all together and not be afraid to try again. They still love each other very much and should be together.

    16. See, I *knew* I was going to run out of superlatives for this story. Maybe it’s just too early for my brain to come up with something… yeah, that’s the ticket. Really though, everything about this chapter was just exceptionally good. Food *can* be sexy… Thank you for the post sofa… (now, let me adopt quasi-Mother Hen status and cluck at you: please go and revise!) Cheers!

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