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In Vino Veritas – Chpt 11
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Previously
“But…? But what?” Bette finally asked, trying to hide her disappointment at Helena’s wanting to end the evening.
“But it’s getting late. But I have an early flight to catch. But things have gotten rather heated rather quickly. But…I don’t want to ruin it by being impetuous…too eager. I want…” Helena took a deep breath and exhaled. “I want…‘things’…if you know what I’m saying…to be ‘special’ with us. I want…Bette…Will you come up to my vineyard this weekend? Spend some time with me. Would you, perhaps, like that? Could you get away from L.A. for awhile?”
“Seriously?” Bette smiled broadly. “You want me to visit your vineyard? This weekend?”
“Yes,” Helena replied. “Besides, I believe you owe me a story. ‘Why I Hate Helena Peabody. By Bette Porter.’”
Bette laughed.
“Yes. Yes, I guess I do. And, yes. Yes, I’ll come,” Bette said smiling, accepting Helena’s invitation.
“Good.”
Chapter 11
Bette looked up from the Contribution Report in front of her on her desk and leaned back in her chair.
She rocked, then swiveled gently, as she gazed across the room to the sofa where she and Helena had enjoyed and caressed one another so passionately the evening before.
The feelings she’d felt the previous night swam and coursed through her body. Bette closed her eyes remembering their every touch. She could still feel the softness of Helena’s lips and skin; the strength of Helena’s arms and hands embracing her; the beat of Helena’s heart pressed so close to hers; the unexplainable familiarity and yearning emanating from within the depths of their beings.
Bette could not stop thinking about Helena. Nor did she want to.
She’d lain in bed the night before as well. Alone. Reliving every minute of the evening. Her mind raced. And while her body ached with need and desire, she wondered what Helena was doing in her hotel room. Was she fast asleep? Or was she wide awake? Could she feel the longing Bette was feeling for her? And was Helena feeling it for her? Were their thoughts and silent supplications issuing to each other from across the miles, coalescing somewhere amidst the city lights?
Abruptly, Bette was rattled into reality from her reverie by a reluctant rapping at the door.
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indeed, saturday hurry up and get here!! oh z, this is a fantastic story…and funny as all get out!!
You’re being a tease!!!! Why did you end it that way?? And why are you making these two ladies wait til Saturday to be in each other’s presence?? lol Anyways, I love how Bette got to Alice when she let the book fall to the floor, knowing that Alice would have a massive hangover. Anyways, I can’t wait to see more intimate moments between Bette and Helena, which I know will happen when Bette arrives in Somona. Can’t wait and PPS! Thanks!
So, I see how you are gonna be,z. You just want to kill us, that’s all. Kill us dead. I mean, there is slow burn and then there is flat out torture! I will make your egg sandwich if you just GET TO SATURDAY! Fried or scrambled?
HEY Zheese. Loved Bette’s punishment of Alice. Totally deserved. Hangovers are a bitch but sadly as self inflicted not sympathy is offer. Anyway, after Alice’s behavior, tar and feathering might have been a better option. I love the gentle thawing between Bette and Helena; their physical attraction is intense but now the emotional contact is being made and being allowed to develop. They are both anxious to see how this all plays out. A meeting of equals is a glorious sight and wonderful read. Thank you so much. Your Loyal Fan.
Agree totally with Bette’s punishment of Alice and also that it was far too light. I am not sure why they let Alice get away with having no real regard for other people’s feelings or boundaries her entire life as they do in the fics and on the show. I would find it extremely annoying and I would want Alice to grow up. Is it Saturday yet?
Zheese hun you’re such a big tease. i bet you’re sitting there in your chair laughing your a** of at us whining people begging you to post. I love the way Bette handled Alice but if it were me she wouldn’t have gotten away with it so easily. Can’t wait for Bette to get at the vineyard. Please don’t make us wait too long before we find out thanks.
Z that is was great loved how Bette was playing w/Al and Jonny and then how she was remembering Helena and then the phone rings,,,SWEET!!!!!!!! Loved how Helena and Bette play with one another and how they could not sleep just thinking of one another, and then can’t wait for Saturday!!
what a tease…Alice is so funny though and her and Johnathan make a really funny duo…he’s like a male Dana…it’s cute…pps
My God, to say you realllllly have a way with words is such an understatement, Z ! Ever thought of writing poetry ? I mean it seriously. In fact, now that I think about it, this is more than poetry, do you realize you’re actually writing music ?
Yes, zheese, you ARE a tease. I think Bette should have left the shade open and made Alice sit there in the sunshine while she called to book her a stay at Promises (maybe not the Malibu location, they’re having a little wildfire problem in the area at the moment). But really, this Alice seems to have a number of issues. I agree with susannah. Clearly she’s an out of control, blacking-out lush, and she seems deeply angry judging by the way she’s treating her new acquaintance as her personal punching bag. Maybe Johnathan needs some help too as he seems to be perfectly willing to take the abuse.