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    Say So: Part 3

    Tina took three showers that day. She tried on seven outfits. She couldn’t look good enough. There was no such thing as "good enough". Bette would be over her place in less than twenty minutes. The food was cook and still on the stove, staying warm. She cleaned up Angelica, trying to make her look as adorable as possible. It wasn’t hard to make Angelica look adorable. Tina picked up Angelica and carried her to the dining room.

    "Boo, guess who’s coming to dinner tonight?"

    Angelica shrugged her little shoulders.

    "Mama B!"

    "Mama mama mama!"

    "Yep. Do you miss her as much as I do, Angie? I’m working on getting this family back together. I swear that to you Angie. If it kills me, I will bring this family back together."

     

    ***


    Why now, Tina?

    Why, when I’ve become so accustomed to not seeing you?

    Why, when you finally stopped invading my thoughts every fucking second of every fucking day?

    Now that I’ve stopped craving you, needing you, scared of the thought of life without you, here you are at my doorstep.


    Fear. Fear, what Bette’s father always told her, was a sign of weakness. Pain. Pain, what’s Bette’s father always told her, was weakness leaving the body. Bette was rarely scared or weak. It wasn’t her nature. She lived honestly, courageously. But Tina….Tina made her scared and she made her weak. Her biggest fear was to give this woman–the woman she had spent eight years of her life trying to prove to that she loved her, the mother of her child, the center of her universe–the privilege of having her heart.

    It was something about how Tina looked that night, though, that made her show up to Tina’s condominium the next night for dinner. Her eyes pleaded with Bette for forgiveness. She was honest. And her touch! Her touch was like heaven. Feeling Tina’s arms around her waist reminded her of their first time making love to one another. People would assume, in knowing Bette, that she was the one to make the first move. But it was Tina who made the first move on Bette. The same way she had her arms around Bette’s waist that night so many years ago, she had her arms around her as she asked for her to take her back.

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    Comments

    1. Ha ha I agree S5 could use this type of storyline. However if IC was taking notes it would go something like this:Okay, lean in Tina, and Cut, okay Jodi burst in and sign something to Bette and have Bette look all misty and confused and go puppy dog running out the room. Ah that should get those pesky Tibetters where it hurts.

    2. See.. That is why TiBette is so appealing. They are two beautiful souls entwined. Now, if I know the writers on here, you intend to torture us cruelly and will therefore make Bette say no to T. You shouldn’t though, ’cause Tina is gorgeous! And so is Bette *whines* Noticed you couldn’t help putting Bette thinking Helena was hot in there.. You big BeLena shipper! Post soon, babe. ADx

    3. I’m soo glad u believe in equal oppurtunity. I had thought u only wrote belena stories. I was very glad to see this new Tibette tale, it’s really good, and I look forward to more.

    4. I think Tina is being a little too forward. A kiss? Too much too soon. I do love any scene with Angelica and yours today was no exception. Thanks!

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