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Planet Terror: The One Where Bette Proposes
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Helena Peabody was about to receive the last (though not the first) offer of marriage she would ever hear.
“Marry me!”
Helena thought she misheard. No, she must have misheard.
“What?” She asked. Now, was not the time, she wanted to say.
“I want to get married!” Bette said loudly.
Helena backed slowly up until she found Bette’s body in the dark. Genuinely scared now, she tried to calm Bette’s latest bout of anxiety. “Bette, this isn’t the time…”
“It’s never the time!” As petulant as Bette’s voice remained, real fear underlay its shrill tones.
“I don’t think that marriage guarantees a damned thing.” Helena said, turning her head so that she could feel Bette’s breath on her cheek. “There are no guarantees. And that sucks.”
“YES!” Bette shouted. “it does, doesn’t it?” She added quietly.
“It does.” Helena agreed. This was all that Bette needed, and needed often—the reassurance that they were all in this strange and confusing boat together.
“Now be calm, sweetheart, while we figure out where those things are hiding, ok?” Helena brushed her lips lightly against Bette’s cheek.
Around them, the infected were closing in slowly. Wary now of guns, they took their time, and took advantage of the darkness.
2.8 Hours Earlier…
Helena rushed in, grinning foolishly, and threw herself onto Bette’s lap.
“Hey!” Bette’s copy of the last New York Times—printed only six months previous!—crumpled in her hands. “I was reading that.” She said grumpily.
“Awwwww, I’m sorry. But darling, the baby’s sleeping.” Helena nibbled on Bette’s ear as she murmured. She ran her fingertips down Bette’s cheekbones, across her jawline, drawing lines to her collarbone that evoked a pleasant shiver in the other woman.
Bette growled playfully, allowing Helena to take off her shirt as she lifted Helena and placed her on the table in front.
“Wait!” Bette pulled back and looked curiously at Helena. “Lock the door.” Helena said breathlessly.
Bette walked, careless that she wore nothing but a pair of cutoffs, and locked the door leading to Peggy’s room and the door leading to the hallway. She shot Helena a seductive look, and walked slowly back.
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Hrmmm… I didn’t catch whatever the major glitch was? Unless it’s to do with you scaring me silly and stopping the chapter where you did, so that my heart’s all in my throat? I suppose my early demise could be classed as a glitch, seeing as I’ve not even had a chance to see my paycheck gobbled up by the monthly bills yet. Can’t miss that now, can I? So ace that I had two chaps to read. I’ll maybe go calm myself by actually watching some television… mayhap something inane, like the Big Brother finale, or even… Fox News? Pfft. Nah. If my brains are gonna be sucked out anyway, I’d rather it was by other means. Infected, mayhap. Keep em coming, hb. If for no other reason than to get my blood pressure back down. ;) Cheers
Two days in a row!?! Now, that’s the way we like it. But me and Courtney Love? Holy fuck, that’s enough to make me want to overdose, either on booze/drugs or ill-advised, incompetant plastic surgery. As always it’s so cute to see you blushing. Lara made the right choice ditching the security guys, the zombies have greater intellectual capacity so no great loss. Now where did the Pegster disappear to after showing them “America’s Funniest Home Videos”? Now really, wasn’t everyone (with the possible exception of Peggy) happier with door locked? Unless you take a strict interpretation of the Sly & The Family Stone song “It’s a Family Affair”. I suppose an apocalypse can break down the rules of family social dynamics as much those of the political arena.
I can’t stop laughing at zombie celebrities and the president and first lady…that’s so funny and I can’t figure out why…I’m glad Lara decided to go and warn the gang because honestly, they don’t need the soldiers because they’ve done so well on their own thus far. Now, I’m off to class…pps
Don’t stop now! I love it when the gals take a break from zombie-fighting to debate socio-political issues. Laura Bush chowing down on cowboys? Now there’s an arresting image. I will remember it fondly the next time she appears on my TV screen. Given her glazed (prescription-drug-induced?) demeanor, I’d say she’s already well on her way to zombiehood.
There is not a chance I would not read anything you wrote. Glad you found new energy for this story
There is just some places I’m not going, and a floor with locked doors on it is not one of them. As for the president he did say things are getting better. Great update!
Wow im chuffed. 2 updates in 2 days…. Wheeeheee… I love this story!!!
I just hope it’s the last proposal for Helena, because she says yes and then they live happily ever after. Or she doesn’t and they’re living happily ever after without a ring. Or it’s the last offer of marriage because all the priests are undead, but the girls are living happily ever after anyway. I hope it’s not her last offer because she’s about die :/ I’ll just have to wait, I guess. Aaaaah, the suspense is killing me. Oh, uhm, hi, I’m a … (maybe not too) silent reader *extends her hand* I loooooove the story ! I wonder what they’ll do when they have killed all the zombies. Because they are, right? RIGHT? Just kidding ;) Maybe they’ll develop a new fair world order. They should keep a tape of the hungry president :D Reminder of old days… Have a nice day, a.
ok, rethought my last indignant comment. Oh and what’s .8 of an hour, I’ve been trying to figure that one, but my brain only excepts maths nowadays when it’s to do with drug dosages, anyway, I’m …. anxious, nailbiting and i want more, so long as none of them die and the option for catherine and dylan is E. they’re at an orgy :-D
You can’t stop there!