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    Talking Like I’m Falling Down Stairs

    Story written on May 10, 2011 by ally4cleo.
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    A story about two women

     

     

     “What do you think?”

     

    “I’m not sure.” I shrugged.

     

    “You’re not sure?”

     

    “You don’t think that was one too many steps?” I asked, mindlessly trailing my hand along one of the metal beams supporting the flight of steps we had just climbed.

     

    Bette quirked a surprised brow and glanced down the narrow staircase, “Only fifteen”

     

    “That’s ten more than ideal.” I objected. “What if Angelica falls and breaks her neck”

     

    She laughed, really laughed. Threw her head back, placed her hand on her belly and let the ripples flow. A laughing Bette Porter was a joyous thing to experience. A truly beautiful thing if you were one of the lucky few she chose to share it with. She was a beautiful woman, when she laughed her eyes lit up, her lips curled and her teeth flashed against her smooth caramel complexion. All things considered, there should have been a trail of wetness seeping between my legs but I knew she was laughing at me and that tends to put a damper on things. I probably would have relished her mirth a little more if I’d thought for a minute she actually believed I was funny – No Bette thought I was being absurd which is why she was still laughing.  

     

    “Please stop laughing” I insisted, my voice laced with annoyance.

     

    “Sorry T”

     

    I watched her wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes and frowned. Bette wasn’t really sorry, there was nothing genuine about her apology at all. Even as she gazed around the generous reception room the stairs had lead us to, I knew she didn’t regret her somewhat inconsiderate display.  “I’m sorry too, I’m sorry you think putting our daughter’s life at risk is a laughing matter”  

     

    “We both know that’s not true Tina. I would never let harm come to her nor would I ever consider purchasing a house I felt she wouldn’t be entirely comfortable or safe in.”

     

    “This house has a gas stove Bette, what if…”

     

    “So does yours”

     

    She got me there but I wouldn’t be shut down so easily, not when I believed this house was all wrong for her “And what about that death trap?” I demanded, waving my hands frantically at the stairs I feared would lead to a fatal accident.

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    14. Really cute start and I like the way you write the characters. You’ve captured that S4/S5 relationship when they were in a good place as friends before the affair. Hopefully both of them are single at this point if they are going to pursue something more than friendship and co-parenting. Look forward to reading more.

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