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Ligeia’s Poet: Earth Hour
The time has come
A fact’s a fact
It belongs to them
Let’s give it back…
How can we dance when our earth is turning
How do we sleep while our beds are burning…
The time has come
To say fair’s fair…
“Happy earthly…hour, or whatever this is.” Helena engulfed Bette in a hug the moment she entered the café. Earth hour would have to be a bit early for them, because they were both hungry and tired, and didn’t feel like timing it all properly. Dinner was ready, and served at a candle lit table while one large candle burned at the wooden bar, throwing light around it. Bette had called Helena from work, wanting to have dinner in the new café, but wanting to keep the lights off for at least symbolic purposes. The world would not suffer foolish energy waste and consumption for much longer, she had decided, upon hearing that many major cities were turning out their lights for a full hour that night.
“Did you just buy this?” Bette’s voice was weary but she gazed admiringly at the heavy wooden table. She shirked her cashmere sweater, happy to have worn something casual to the office that day, and sat in her cotton shirt and jeans, while Helena sat in a chair just beside her. Bette patted her girlfriend’s thigh, leaning in for a quick kiss hello, then another, and then one more. “Mmmmm…you made all this for me?” She grinned at the assortment of dishes, all of which were doubling as experiments for the new pared down menu. “Did Gordon Ramsey scare you off of having too many options on your menu?”
Helena laughed, serving up a small portion of a homemade venison sausage overtop blue smashed potatoes. It was just a taste of some North Americanized English food, which Bette dug quickly into.
Just the night before, Bette had slept on the couch next to Helena, while the Brit took notes on a full five hours of Gordon Ramsey’s ‘shit-fit fest’ as she called it, whereby the award winning chef tore apart poor bastards stupid enough to invite him into their restaurants. Of course in the end, their restaurants were immensely improved, and the publicity didn’t hurt, even if they were constantly being told to ‘grow a pair’ and to stop whining. Helena loved every minute of it.
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(2 votes, average: 3.50 out of 5)
HB. THAT WA BEAUTIFUL. I WILL HAVE TO READ THIS CHAPTER OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. I was near tears. Again so beautiful.
Fantastic…..after a night like that maybe Bette and Helena should have a Earth lifetime.
between you and squirl, i don’t know what to do with myself! keep writing and i’ll keep reading!
Heya Helly! WOW! Now that was HOT HOT HOT! I say bring on more Earth Hours. LOL! Oh, and kitchen tables were definitely meant for EATING on ALL levels. Loved the intimacy, and the naughtiness you have added. * smirking *
I have no other words to say except wow, that was just simply amazing!! they’re just too good together… thanks HB, I absolutely loved it!!!
Now THIS is what I am talking about!!! I wish so much this would happen on the show, and I wish SO much we could see it!!!
i had to go back and read all the chapters of this story again, in a row, i really loved the evolution of these two in your story, not to mention how incredibly hot your sex scenes were, luved it, luved it, luved it!!!
loved it!!! and i don’t think it was cheesy. wow… so hot. pps
HB, that was amazing. From now on, everytime there’s an earth hour, I’ll be thinking of Belena with a huge grin on my face :D!! HAPPY EARTH HOUR !
Hey there… wow… my earth day wasn’t quite that hot… but then again I’m neither Bette nor Helena so I guess that trumps that… but to say I had a splendid earth day… yeah… something happened not unlike something that happened when I went to the One Night Live concert… maybe it’s the music that makes me seem prettier then I am :P… hehe… ok well enough of me and yes you will get full details… but alas I love this story… so so so so so much… yep that 5 so(s)… hehe… I love your handling of the whole marriage thing… I have often wondered why we put so much additional pressures onto ourselves to conform for the ones we truly love… we are in love with them… and this should just be a sign of our love… it shouldn’t be designed to create a spectacle that we can look back on and see just how fool hardy we were… fuck that… just go to a beach with the ones you love… say the words in your soul and mean them for today for that moment … for you never know what will happen tomorrow… but for the here and now… just be there with one another for one another and let the universe deal with the rest… and yes it was in-sanitarily hot… what is it with furniture and BeLena… and BeLena writers… looks over at my next to postings… well I’m using showers as a fixture so I guess it makes sense :P… love this story… so much… just brilliant… and that was a lovely dedication there… Sofa is a lucky gal… hugs, JC
This was perfect! It was like drinking a warm cup of tea, soothing to soul. It really hit the spot. Thanks for the excellent update!
ahhhhh, that was delightful! I should say Fabulous!!!
HEy Helebette, What a wonderful way to do something to save the planet and enjoy yourself at the same time. Love Bette and Helena together. More please. Many thanks from Your Loyal Fan.
I looooved the chapter! It was beautifully written as always. I’ve been following this story since the first chapter came up and I’m really happy that you’re continuing it. PPS!
That made me smile. thanks, hb
This was great! And I love the idea of Earth Hour–I’ll have to suggest it to my partner!
Now that’s the perfect Earth Hour, and you negotiated the thorny marriage issue beautifully. Bravo!