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    A Plan…

    Story written on February 11, 2008 by pseud.
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    Spoilers for Season 5, Episode 6

    I made a decision, a plan, and I sure as hell planned to do what I’d planned.

     

    Or something like that.

     

    Dammit, I know her. I know when I asked her if she loved Jodi, she told me the same lie I’d just said about the kiss being a mistake.

     

    When she’s challenged, she lashes out. I know this. I’m the one who told her this. When she lashed out my thoughts were altered.

     

    Today, my thinking is clear.

     

    Today, I can recall the kiss.

     

    The kiss was her idea. She used that kiss to tell me how she felt about me.

     

    I tried to leave the memory of the kiss behind, tried to avoid her. She wouldn’t let go.

     

    She wouldn’t let go but she wouldn’t discuss, either. Every time I tried to discuss the matter, she threw Jodi in my face. She became defensive.

     

    Now, the time has come to breach those defenses.

     

    Now, the time had come to let her know those feelings from the kiss were returned.

     

    Provided I don’t chicken out.

     

    But I had the perfect storm of events. Kit had Angie for the day. Bette had said that Jodi was working in her studio. That just left Momma B, alone, at home.

     

    I prepared. I showered. I put on my best fuck-me black lace panties and bra combination. Even if she never saw them they gave me confidence.

     

    And I went to the house.

     

    She left the back door open.

     

    In fact, she was cooking.

     

    Every time I think I have her figured out, she surprises me.

     

    It’s my turn to surprise her.

     

    Jeez I hope this works.

     

    When I was speaking with her, though, I noticed how she tried to keep her distance. How she tried to evade me.

     

    I needed to be sure.

     

    I needed her to look at me.

     

    I saw in her eyes both doubt and insecurity.

     

    Insecurity about what could be between us.

     

    I needed to send a clear message.

     

    I told her to turn around. Once she did, I didn’t give her a chance to think, to respond.

     

    As with the prior kiss, there was no advance discussion, no processing.

     

    I kissed her.

     

    A kiss that she returned.

     

    But this was different. This was not some public bar. This was home. Her home.

     

    In moments we were in the bedroom. Our shirts were off. My jeans were off.

     

    She tried to question things at this point, but I silenced her with a kiss. It was then that I knew there was no turning back.

     

    She tried to control things, but that’s not what I wanted. Not what I had to tell her, not what I had to show her.

     

    I took command. She tried to remove her pants but I would not let her.

     

    I was going to fuck her, and told her so.

     

    I told her with words. With a kiss. I told her with my thigh, pressing my leg between hers, feeling the heat from her core as she started to grind against me.

     

    I told her how I was going to fuck her.

     

    And I proceeded to fuck her.

     

    She responded. She responded with her reactions. All of her reactions.

     

    I know her. I know when she’s aroused. Really aroused.

     

    She came quickly. Came hard.

     

    The smell of burning stirfry coming from the kitchen interrupted us. She went to attend to the kitchen while I sought out my clothes.

     

    I did it.

     

    We did it.

     

    I’m not sure yet what the fuck this means.

     

    I don’t want to hurt Jodi.

     

    But I love Bette. And I know if she were being honest with herself, that Bette loves me.

     

    She needs to know what we can be together, again.

     

    A family.

     

    She needs to know that I love her.

     

    I never stopped loving her.

     

    I’m not afraid to make a fool of myself.

     

    I love her.

     

    (the end)

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    2. SO good!!!! loved the burning stirfry mention, when i watched the epi and b&t were clearly not gonna stay in the kitchen, that was my first thought – looks like angie is getting “cajun” stirfry tonight?! oh, and yes, tina’s panties – SO great ;-)

    3. I think I held my breath through both scenes. Glad you mentioned the stir fry,it was one of the first things that crossed my mind. Like great finally B&T get together and they’re going to burn the house down. Though it so would have been worth it.

    7. Well that was certainly a powerful perspectiv of Tina’s feelings. I’m glad one of them noticed the stirfry, because it was burnt and the pasta was mush!

    8. That was great and the stir-fry, you know they didn’t turn it off, they didn’t have time. At least with your writing we have an idea of what Tina might have been thinking, so very very plausible. Thanks for the post. Post again soon, please.

    11. Burned the dinner! All that work that Bette put into it and it got burned. The nerve of Tina. I loved it. Thanks for adding the spice to that wonderful scene.

    12. Hey Pseud, I loved Tina point of veiw on the events of Saturday. Great to see Tina so in charge. Bette just melted to her command. Was this a return to the Tina that Bette fell in love with or a new stronger and more determined Tee. Either way the whole scene was beautifully shot and acted. This story gave background to Tina’s needs and desires. Fabulous well written and constructed. Love it. Many thanks and can’t wait to read more of your wonderful words. Your Loyal Fan.

    13. I really was wanting more discussing/understanding than I picked up from the show and you delivered it to us. Seeing this through your Tina’s pov now makes so much more sense to me. I was not understanding how Tina got from Bette saying she loved J, to the couch, to the F**K Me panties. Thank you. Your writing and pacing are very good. I just wonder if they still have a few hours, might not they continue….I would really look forward to your filling in more of the missing storyline.

    14. So perfect, I remember watching and thinking Tina went to Bette’s with a purpose and she is sealing the deal. The burning stirfry bit was perfect because I was chuckling to myself that Angie and Bette were going to have burnt offerings as we call them here at my house.

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