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Every Glance Speaks – Chapter 9
~ Bette Porter ~
Oh. That’s her. That’s her! She’s in the..
“Erm, yes. Actually, I do recognise it.” She’s saying.
My chin drops; literally. My mouth has parted and I swear there’s the start of tears prickling my eyes. I can’t possibly begin to understand the hybrid of emotions lurking beneath my surface but I don’t want to. All I want to do is pull this woman into my arms and hold onto her.
“You’re her?” I ask, my voice high and cracked.
“She’s me” She smiles.
Damn her smile.
I look back to the collage I constructed not so long ago. The print in the middle stands out at me. A lump in my throat; contrived by my confusion and surprise in an attempt to prevent my vocal fluency.
I swallow hard; trying to relinquish the gripping emotions. I’m feeling myself get too deep. I don’t get deep, not me.. Not Bette Porter. No matter how many constellations I see reflected in her eyes.. No, this won’t go past tonight.
I clear my throat and walk around. I want her there with me, by my side. I want to pull her into another enticing kiss. But distance is key right now; in case I fall in-
Not a chance.
“Well? Do you feel up to going out for a coffee?” I ask, turning back to her. “There’s not much else going to happen here. They seem content enough to kiss each other’s asses”
She’s chuckling. Her laugh is light but it rests heavy in stomach.
I’m in serious trouble here.
I feel the warnings in my body and my fire. I feel the tempting pull of my boundaries; the walls I pull up around me, keeping me safe. Keeping me hidden.
The walls don’t work around her. She walks straight through them without the slightest movement. Her voice rings so loud in my body that even when she’s silent, I feel it shaking me.
We’re leaving. Together. The feeling of dread is still rumbling inside me, somewhere below but there is so much more above that, clouding it; elation, joy, excitement.
I lead her to my car, open the door for her to sit. She doesn’t argue or hesitate, merely shoot me that smile and get in. I close the door and walk around the back of the car. I sigh into the cold night and make sure my emotions are kept on hold.
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(9 votes, average: 4.11 out of 5)
You kno I love your writing and this is no exception…I love how Bette is feeling herself falling, yet holding back or trying to at least…she sounds like me…pps
Just love it!!! Ditto ash on Bette. Would have loved for her to have shown Tina how the picture affects her. Maybe she will tell or show her in the next chapter. However I would love it if we could get both Bette’s and Tina’s thoughts SIMULTANEOUSLY! WONDERFUL WRITING!!!
Resistance is futile, Bette! As Tina heals, her confidence grows and it’s lovely to see. Bette’s messing up the song lyrics was adorable. I like the alternating perspectives, but if you feel structural changes are in order, I say go for it!
I get the feeling that Tina’s dad may have treated Tina and maybe her mother the same way that Eric treats her. She is considered a second class citizen. Does Bette know Tina’s father through her art dealings?
yummy i love this fic…….i will definately hold you to postin another chappy tommorrow…..hehehehe…… this new bette and tina is so cute…..
Love this Tina and Bette.Lets get rid of Eric and Tina’s Dad also if necessary thanks
This is so good!
I guess I should start reading all the comments before I leave mine looks like rufus and I were on the same wavelength.
Good thing you apologised at the begining this was way too short. Bette should quit trying resistance is futile. When Tina gets her whole story out Bette is going to fall a little deeper for her.
All hail to AngelDana my TFC friend! :DThis story is really really great! Sorry for not comment the other chapters of the other stories! I`m out on vacation! Tina doesn´t love Eric because she is in love with Bette! It´s simple! Great chapter and please post more soon!TFC :D