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    Cooking With Wine

    Story written on December 17, 2007 by zheese.
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    An Itty Bitty Christmastime Story – One chapter only

    Bette was so excited she could barely contain herself. In fact, she didn’t. She bound up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

    When she reached the door to the apartment at the winery that she shared with Helena, Bette stopped and checked herself, smoothing her clothing and taking a deep, restful breath. Smiling, she patted the purse that hung from her shoulder.

    Satisfied that her composure was beyond suspect, she took the doorknob, turning it slowly and opening the door, quiet as a mouse.

    Bette entered the living area and breathed in. Good! She didn’t see Helena, but the aroma in the air gave away her whereabouts. She was definitely in the kitchen.

    Placing her purse in the nearest armchair, Bette shed her coat and draped it over the vacant hook on the hall tree next to the door.

    She turned towards the fireplace, ablaze across the room, and rubbed her hands together to warm them. She breathed in the scent of the pine Christmas tree which she had talked Helena into decorating with her a couple of weeks before. Then, returning to her bag which she’d parked on the chair, Bette removed the envelope. The glow of the fire warmed her as she walked towards the tree and stooped to place the envelope inconspicuously beneath it. Brushing a tendril of hair from her face, she stood and directed herself towards the kitchen.

    “Sweetheart? Are you in the kitchen? Something smells divine!” Bette called out, as she made her way spiritedly down the hallway.

    There was no answer from the kitchen, although she heard some movement and faint clanging noises.

    “Helena?” she shouted again. “Where are you, Baby?”

    Suddenly she heard Helena’s cacophonous, but heart-filled, attempts at singing.

    When she arrived at the entranceway to the kitchen, Bette abruptly stopped at the sight before her. She grinned hugely. Folding her arms, she leaned against the doorjamb.

    Facing the stove, her back to Bette, Helena gyrated and danced wildly, waving a wooden spoon in the air with one hand and a glass of wine in the other. Bette watched her ass sway. She glimpsed the cord traveling from Helena’s back pocket up through her hair.

    Bette caught herself holding back a snicker as Helena howled to the tune blaring into her ears from her iPod.

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    1. I was just wondering if Helena sings along to her ipod on key? The scene in the kitchen was rather amusing until it became steamy, or hot, or something. Ah, Paris. I’ve been to all the museums you named and more. The Rodin is down the street I’m lucky enough to stay on every once in a while. And now you make me want to go back, just when I don’t have the means. Damn it.

    3. Hello Z, Thank you for this alternative take of the festive season. It can be a very difficult time for many people so it is much appreciated that you turned it around and created another sizzingly and sexy segue in Bette and Helena’s romance. I loved that they duplicated each other’s present. Great minds and all. Brilliant! Thank you so much. Your Loyal Fan.

    4. Hey Z I loved this short story and loved how you had Helena sing on her Ipod,,I do try but I so cant sing,,LOL..anyway, it was very romantic xmas story and i enjoyed it so much,

    5. Hello Z, I can still remember walking down all those streets, it was such a magical time full of life and passion… oh how I can remember and feel those passing lifetimes. Helena singing is so beautiful for she has a voice beyond harmony. Thank You for the journey. Sincerely, JC (PS – “Wine is bottled poetry.” – Robert Louis Stevenson)

    6. Thanks for this nice little X)mas threat Z darling it was wonderful. I so enjoy those two ladies together and the fact they know each others desires so well. Please keep surprising us with more of those little tales. Happy Holidays to you too

    7. z, the holidays are tough for me too, I understand. These wee littles are just the thing to cheer a body up…and I am purposely not reading about any time anyone’s spent in Paris.. I am depressed enough already, LOL

    8. Hey Z! Helena seems to have terrific reflexes. I definitely would have dropped the glass if I’d been in Helena’s place… Though that wouldn’t be bad now would it?! *winks* Thank you so much for sharing!!! Somehow it makes the days more … hmmm…bearable?!?…sounds a bit too harsh… But I guess you know what I mean?! However, loved it! Take care, w

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