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    A Night in the D — Chapter 19

     

    “No, I’m bitter about symmetry. Remember?” Tina pressed her hand against Bette’s, stilling it momentarily. She couldn’t talk and die at the same time.

     

    Bette exhaled slowly, allowing her movements to be stopped.  “Weren’t you bitter before I got here?”

     

    “Not this bad.” Tina’s response was immediate.

     

    Bette laughed. “Don’t amuse me when I’m trying to drive you crazy.”

     

    Tina laughed too, releasing Bette’s hand, which cupped her firmly. “Ah, god. *****.” Tina swore to herself. “You are driving me crazy,” she assured.

     

    “Good,” Bette said, nuzzling Tina’s neck. “Can’t we be bitter and blaming later? Won’t it be worth it?”

     

    Tina smirked. “I don’t know if it will be worth it. It will probably feel worth it.”

     

    “And that feeling doesn’t matter?” Bette asked, her voice sounding suddenly disturbed. She removed her hand. “God, Tina, you do think I’m an *****.”

                                                               

    Tina frowned. “I don’t think that.”

     

    “It sounds like you do.” Bette began to pull away and Tina reached back to stop her, to pull her closer. She slid her arm down Bette’s, then gathered Bette’s hands in her own, crossing her arms across Tina’s chest, just below her *****. They were both quiet.

     

    “I don’t think that,” Tina said again, staring at the door. “I think I’m crushed out on you, and trying to act casual, and it’s not easy.” She paused. “I’m sorry it’s not easy.”

     

    She wanted to say, I’m sorry that this is who I am: someone for whom it’s not easy. But too many words and why bother? The thought of saying them was almost as anxiety-provoking as knowing they were true. And anyway, Bette had almost turned away from her. And she didn’t like that feeling. Not at all.

     

    “Can we rewind?” Tina asked.

     

    Bette hadn’t said a word, including no response to the revealed crush. She’d heard it. She just wasn’t sure what to say. “To where you’re resting, not leaving?”

     

    “Yes.” Tina felt chastened, but also relieved. “I’m still tired.”

     

    “Ok, let’s go.”

     

    Bette stepped back and Tina turned around, beating a worn path back to Bette’s bed, where she climbed in and sighed all over again. God, the drama, she thought to herself, barely settling in before feeling the presence of the other woman. She looked up to see Bette smiling down at her.

     

    “Scoot over,” she said.

     

    Tina’s eyes flickered with something like appreciation as she turned towards the other side of the bed, carefully looking away as Bette stripped out of her jeans and climbed in behind her. Bette noticed that Tina didn’t look and decided to ignore it. But she couldn’t ignore Tina, who was only halfway to the other side before an arm slipped around her waist, stopping her. “Not too far,” came the sleepy voice at her ear.

     

    Tina closed her eyes and noted the exhaustion in Bette’s voice. She wondered if she’d pushed her luck by trying to preempt the drama and thus precipitating more. She wondered if the whole thing was getting to Bette-the lust, the waiting, the fighting. The leaving.

     

    It’s getting to both of us, Tina thought.

     

    It was her last thought before she slid her arm to cover Bette’s. Her last thought before sleep.

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    Comments

    1. OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO US!!!lol this is just plain teaseing and good teaseing at that but your killing me,its sexy its erotic and strangly i cant get enough of it…lol so keep it coming…so to speak!!

    2. B got this one!! Damn you are killing me! I am so addicted I had to get home, turn on the computer, see if you posted, read, and then get my daughter and I to a basketball game. Your writing is amazing and I maybe if I’m lucky there will be another post when I get home tonight. Thanks!

    3. that is torture…..foreplay on any level…and then off to sleep. That is something I’ll never experience,…my motto…”don’t start somethin u can’t finish!!!! My question to you……y oh y didn’t u finish what u started????!!!!! POST SOON!!!!!! U were away WAYYYYYYY TOOOOOOO LONG!!!!!!!

    4. Love this post! Bette was soooo sweet!! with all the drama in the real show, and the spoilers ugh!(I am getting sick!) I have forgotten how cute these two can be when they are loving with each other. “But I want to be nice to you”… OMG! how cute is that!! I think you should talk to Ilene Chaiken… she needs your insights on how Bette should act! Love each chapter you post…

    5. Wel, I’ve decided I’m NEVER staying overnight in Detroit if it means forming a sensual and loving yet somewhat disturbed bond with a random hotel employee. I still love this story though, even in its darker moments.

    6. OMG!!! I love your story. U like to tease huh? well, keep doing it, because this is one of the best stories on this site. and please if you should decide to take some time off, PLEASE< PLEASE, PLEASE!!!!wrap up the story first, don't just leave us hanging! thank you for sharing your talent.

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