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    Homecoming * A Tibette Beginning (chapter 12)

    Story written on January 16, 2010 by scaf.
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    Tina?!

    CHAPTER 12

     

    Tina stood on Bette’s front porch, staring down at her grey and blue Adidas running shoes.  It had taken her ten minutes of standing there to work up the nerve to ring the doorbell, which was five minutes longer than it took at 3 o’clock this morning to reschedule her flight on-line for the following day.  She couldn’t leave town just yet, not after last night.  Tina barely remembered the walk back to her hotel room after she and Bette had parted ways in the lobby.  The words Bette had whispered had sent a thunderous chill down her spine and caused a shudder so intense she nearly moaned aloud in response.  After all these years apart, Bette’s face once a dim & distant memory she had clung to, was now vibrant, real, and hypnotic.  Her physical reaction to the brunette almost scared her in its intensity.  Never before could the subtle call of her name, or an innocent touch cause an intense and immediate reaction. 

     

    Tina wondered how long it had been since she first rang the bell.  Time seemed to be passing obnoxiously slow; so slow, in fact, that she began to wonder if this wasn’t such a great idea.  Bette could be sleeping, or busy, or even worse, irritated that she had a guest so early in the morning.  What the hell am I doing, it seemed like she was asking this question of herself quite a bit lately.  Tina was a bold woman, a confident woman, especially when it came to business.  Even in her past relationships with men she had always seemed completely in control.  And now…well, this was new.  She felt that at any moment this would all be over.  She would have said too much, or gone too far, and Bette, like any normal person, would recoil from Tina’s intense longing. 

     

    The blonde’s finger hovered over the bell, pushed it in a second time, and nearly fell over backward when the door was yanked from its place in front of her.  And just like that, the self doubt seemed to flitter away.  In fact, everything seemed to flitter away – her intentions, any cognizant thought she might have ever had.  Poof!  Gone!  Just like that.  Bette stood before her, a mixture of utter surprise and amusement upon her face.  It was a face even more beautiful, void of any trace of makeup.  Tina hadn’t thought it possible for Bette to have been any sexier than she was last night, but she had been wrong.  Tina took in the woman before her.  The caramel skin glowing in the early morning sun, the tangle of brunette hair swept off her long neck and piled high upon her head.  Her beautiful brown eyes adorned with quite possibly the sexiest pair of glasses Tina had ever seen.  She began to sense that Bette was well aware of the blonde’s approving gaze.  The slight color of her cheeks and the tug at her white ribbed tank top gave it away.  Ms. Bette Porter was in a wife-beater and pajama bottoms.  Holy hell did it get any better than that?!

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    9. Good to see ya scaf, glad you had time for a post, so when ever you write, I’ll read. Can’t wait to see where this goes next. Thank you, Md aka Oma

    12. So happy that you came back to us with a chapter, the story has been missed so very much. A run, (“yeah, back to my bedroom,”) Bette thought. I think if she had said this to Tina, Tina would have beat her to the bedroom. Maybe, after dinner. Hope they speak frankly to each other, then they both would have a lovely evening and one to remember until Tina’s next visit or Bette’s visit to LA. Thanks for posting.

    13. So happy that you came back to us with a chapter, the story has been missed so very much. A run, (“yeah, back to my bedroom,”) Bette thought. I think if she had said this to Tina, Tina would have beat her to the bedroom. Maybe, after dinner. Hope they speak frankly to each other, then they both would have a lovely evening and one to remember until Tina’s next visit or Bette’s visit to LA. Thanks for posting.

    15. Oh my god Bette, fake an ankle injury. Or better yet, tell her that the only exercise you have in mind can only be done indoors, because you can get arrested if you did it in public. Yeah that would work, it would definitely ease the tension. Thanks scaf and post when life gives a break.

    21. Ooooohhhh you’re back, you’re back! :-))) I’m loving this – and while there are lots of great lines, my favourite is “No need to become a blubbering mess in the early stages of a relationship […]”. Thanks, Scaf!

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