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    A Night in the D — Chapter 18

     

    This is too much, she thought.

     

    She turned, away from Bette, and sat up under the covers. Bette hadn’t spoken since Tina’s insistent rejoinder that her life, here, would go on, and Tina felt embarrassed at the silence. She felt like breaking it. Like breaking everything.

     

    And so she smiled, her face a mask, and Bette inhaled in the silence because she knew that masked woman. The thought would have brought a smile if she hadn’t felt something large hanging in the balance. An anvil perhaps?

     

    The softness of her own voice was getting to her anyway. She kept comforting Tina in her exhaustion, and she wanted to. But who was going to comfort her? This was no cakewalk for her either, and her home was far away. She had every right to be as disconcerted and insecure and flat-out scared. And she was pushing it down. Why couldn’t Tina?

     

    Or rather, why couldn’t Tina push it down without dropping that mask into place? The one that she wore when she left hotel rooms at 1:30 am with her heart breaking. Bette saw that, for god’s sake. How could she not see that? And Tina had left her with it. Left her with that image, feeling partially responsible, and stuck with her own heartbreak, which rose like a specter from the snow, telling of her own loss. Her father, her mother, her childhood.

     

    It was a face-off, though neither faced the other. Bette too looked away, stared ahead, tried to gather herself because she knew something was coming. And with that knowledge came irritation. It did.

     

    “Tina,” she said, the word synonymous with frustration.

     

    And Tina heard it. “Bette,” she said back, with slight contempt.

     

    Bette turned quickly to look at her. Had she just heard that? Something like disgust? “I don’t know what you want me to say,” she said, biting the words, feeling irritation displaced. By anger.

     

    “Oh ***** off,” Tina said, forcing a bitter laugh. “I don’t want you to say anything. I just noted I’m not going anywhere. Sorry if you couldn’t handle hearing it.”

     

    “Who said I couldn’t handle it? I know this is your home,” she said, gesturing around her, then stopping, sighing. “I mean, not this, I know this isn’t.” She paused again before continuing. “And I know it’s risky for you. It’s risky for me too. Believe that.”

     

    The allusion to Tina’s command of the night before was enough to bring a smirk to Tina’s face. “Believe that,” she repeated.

     

    “Yes,” Bette repeated back. “Believe that.”

     

    “I said that because I felt cocky,” Tina returned, finally looking over, her voice angry. “Because I was trying to convince you that I might not actually sleep with you when I knew I would. I was full of *****. I was the surest thing you’d seen since snow and I was trying to pretend otherwise. So believe that, ok?”


    Bette looked at her and grimaced. “Well if it’s any comfort, sure thing, you haven’t given yourself away. You fucked me, remember?”

     

    “Seemingly,” Tina spat, throwing the covers back.

     

    “Oh you did,” Bette assured her, grimly, trying to remain calm as she watched Tina’s near-nude body emerge from the bed. Feeling panic and desire all at once.

     

    “Yeah well.”

     

    Tina’s voice was cold. Cold as the air against her skin, which she noted, looking down. She was way overexposed. And she hated it.

     

    She glanced around the room. “Where are my clothes?” she said icily.

     

    Icily enough to freeze Bette in her anger. “Why?”

     

    “Why else? To get dressed. To leave.” Tina stressed the word, emphatic in her desire to seize the only power she had left. To get out. To say no. To not be as predictable and easy as she’d felt from the moment Bette walked into the hotel.

     

    Bette, who ran a hand through her hair now. Who lowered her head, shoving the computer from her lap and slamming it closed. She wanted to scream. And she hated it. Tina was not doing this. Not freaking out in advance. Not foreclosing more possibility as if foreclosure weren’t overdone already. For my whole ***** life, she thought.

     

    It took incredible restraint for her to look up at Tina’s face, flushed with anger, and utter three words she’d never said to anyone. “Please,” she said, “don’t go.”

     

    It took only a moment for Tina to respond in kind. “I have to.”

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    Comments

    1. Pancha has a point. B&T being together as more than just brief fuck buddies may be easier said than done at this time. I do believe that sometimes they are circumstances than can keep 2 people meant to be together apart until everything falls into place. Can’t wait to see how this ends. And should it not end on a happy note, will they always have Detroit?

    2. OK, I live in Michigan and I would go!!! Ha-ha! I saw hope too and now I really don’t for these two. I do want them to be together as much as anyone but it would be hard to uproot your entire life for someone you don’t really know! Just let them have their time in peace, let them be together every second until Bette has to leave. BTW, if Tina was here in Detroit, well, I would love the snow a lot more!

    3. The only problem I have with this story is that it’s too short, other than that I think this fuckingfantablous!!! This is one of the best stories on the site right now!!!

    4. I agree with xhawg52. Your storytelling abilities are outstanding. You must be a professional writer. I look for your story first when I scroll through the day’s listings. How you evoke such emotion and thought in a short post is remarkable.

    5. smiley got this one. I am so hooked on this story and I don’t think you could post enough to keep me from having withdrawals. I hope you continue this story for a very long time. thanks

    6. Even if I don’t feel any hope now and I will really hate to see Tina leave… I read and love everything that you write! Its genious and the angst is what we LOVE the most! I trust (since the 1st chapter)that you always have a great story to tell. Even if you always post way-to-short chapters that drive us nuts with anticipation! I ditto most of the posts here… this has become my favorite story.

    7. This story evokes a great deal of thought. Of course, most readers want B&T together. However, the people in your story are not only strangers, they live half a continent apart.Does Tina pull up roots and go to a new city with a woman she doesn’t know?And first, does Bette invite Tina to come home with her? Tina is a virtual stranger and serious problems can easily develop with such a house guest.And then, there’s the “what if” stuff. What if Tina wants Bette to stay in the D? What if Bette and/or Tina already have a girlfriend, boyfriend, spouse, children?

    8. This is killing me. I was so hoping they would get together or face the realization that it was possible. So much angst, so much emotion. Let them admit it to each other please. thanks for the post.

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