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    A Thin Line – Chpt 19

    Bette burst in. It was as if she were my knight in shining armor and I were her damsel in distress. She stood staring at me. And I stared back. Suddenly she grabbed me, wrapped her arms around me, and pressed her cheek to mine. She squeezed me tightly, pulling me closer.

    “Oooh, Helena. You’ve allowed yourself to become so troubled and upset tonight for no reason. No reason at all,” Bette sweetly scolded me.

    She began to pleasingly pepper my face with tiny, gentle kisses, until at last she took my lips with hers and kissed me, curling our tongues together, at first tenderly, then fiercely. We kissed until I could barely breathe, and was gasping for air. Then we stood holding each other quietly as our respiration returned to normal.

    Drawing back and looking into her eyes, I smiled and gently brushed a wisp of hair from her face. “So, Bette, have you talked to Alice lately?” I said casually.

    “Very funny,” Bette replied, smiling and taking my hand. “Can we sit and talk?”

    I led her into the casual area and we sat side by side on the couch, holding hands. Bette turned to look into my eyes and smiled before leaning over and caressing my face with more soft kisses.

    “Helena, you haven’t been listening to me,” Bette said, whispering.

    “Mmm. What do you mean?” I asked blissfully, enjoying the touch of her warm breath and soft lips against my skin.

    Bette drew away and rubbed the back of her hand against my cheek.

    “Helena. Remember? Yesterday morning, after you showered and we talked, I told you how I was falling for you. Last night, after we danced and I held you on the couch, I told you how I find myself thinking about you every minute of the day. This afternoon, laying in your arms in the hotel room, I told you how happy you’ve made me these past few days,” Bette stopped and searched my eyes. “Don’t you remember my saying these things to you?”

    “Yes, of course, I do,” I replied.

    “Then, why the puffy, red eyes you’re wearing? Don’t you believe me? I’m not in the habit of saying things I don’t mean,” Bette said tenderly, running her thumb under one of my eyes.

    “Oh, Bette, I guess it just seems too good to be true. It’s like I’m having the most wonderful dream. And I’m scared to wake up and find out it wasn’t real at all,” I explained.

    “Helena,” Bette said, smiling, “it’s not a dream. It’s real. And I’m not leaving you because Tina’s having a bout of jealousy. She doesn’t want me. And I don’t want her. It’s over. It’s been over. We’ve hurt each other enough. And as you suggested last night, it’s time for me to forgive myself and to get on with my life.” Bette paused and looked down at our hands holding each other. She laced them together. Then she looked back up at me. “I know this is all happening very fast. But Helena, I want you to be in my life, as I, rather, as we move forward. Will you? Please? Sweetheart.” She pulled our entwined hands up together and held them between her breasts.

    “Oh, Bette, you called me ‘Sweetheart.’ Again.” I smiled.

    Bette laughed. “Well, you have been listening.”

    With my free hand, I grasped the back of Bette’s head and pulled her to me, embracing our lips. I leaned into her with my body, slowly pushing her beneath me on the sofa. We kissed passionately.

    Removing her tongue from my mouth, Bette said, “I take it that’s a ‘yes’?”

    “Mmm,” I moaned, licking her lips, “A big, absolutely, fucking ‘yes.’”

    “Did you say something about ‘fucking’?”

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    Comments

    1. So, is Bette telling the true? Is she going to break Helena’s heart? Is Tina really out of Bette’s life? her heart? Their love is too deep for it to be truly over.

    2. Eight years is a lone time Tina has done enough hurt to last Bette a life time. Let Bette be happy. I know she was happy with Tina for years,but all good thing comes to an end. They both have done enough to each other. thanks

    3. That was too sweet!! It was just one big ‘Awwwwwwwwwww’.Now… Bette as a knight in shining armour?? Hey damsel in distress over here!! Love this story so much, really looking forward to the next one! Thank you!

    4. What an unfortunate time to have your hearing affected, just when the subject turned to fucking. You know, at times like that, I’ve found it’s more my ability to speak rather than my ability to hear that’s most profoundly affected.

    5. 8 yrs is a long time; especially when its hasn’t always been happy times; and they have been unhappy for a very long time. I do believe Bette is telling the truth.

    6. I’m so glad Bette did the right thing and went to helena’s to ease her fears. I have no doubt that Bette is over Tina and telling Helena the truth when she says she wants to be with her. But i do worry about the trouble Tina can cause now that it seems that she may want Bette back. I don’t think Bette would ever cheat on Helena but Tina could cause enough trouble for the two that they decide it’s just too hard to be together. I’m pulling for Bette and Helena all the way. Post soon.

    7. zheese – It’s always a pleasure to read your interpretation of events as they might transpire in such a circumstance. You compose your words with such thought, I can’t help but be transported to your world. You do a fine job of translating the images from your imagination for your readers to appreciate. Thanks for taking the time.

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