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    A Thin Line – Chpt 3

    “Uh, what drinks?”

    I could feel Alice staring at us in a state of utter bewilderment.

    “The round I asked Kit to order for us before she left the office,” I answered without averting my eyes from Helena’s. “She stopped in to take care of some business while I was apologizing to this amazing woman here, as you so expediently suggested.” I reached across to Helena’s hand resting on the table and massaged the back of it gently. “We told Kit we needed a little more time alone, and asked her to tell you that we‘d join you shortly.”

    “Yes, Alice, I hope our delay wasn’t too inconsiderate,” Helena played along.

    “Did Kit tell you, Alice? That we’d join you shortly?” I asked, not moving my eyes from Helena’s.

    “Yeah, Bette, she told me.” Alice was totally stupefied.

    Without missing a beat, the cocktails arrived.

    I swiveled around and handed Helena one of the drinks, presenting one to Alice as well. “Then will you join us in a toast? To Helena and I forging a new relationship.”

    With that, I clinked Alice’s glass, then locked my arm around Helena’s as we took a sip of our martinis.

    Right on cue, a slow song began. Kit was so good.

    “Would you care to dance, Bette?” Helena whispered only barely loud enough for Alice to hear.

    About that time Shane arrived. “Hey, guys. What’s goin’on?”

    Helena and I stood. “Hey, Shane. How are you? Helena and I are about to take the dance floor. Will you please excuse us, and keep Alice company until we get back?” I asked.

    Shane looked back and forth at Helena and I, nodded and replied, “Uh, yeah, sure. Go ahead. Have fun.”

    As Helena and I made our way to the dance floor, I took her hand. When we found a comfortable place, I took Helena in my arms, her left hand in my right. With great conspiracy, we deeply engaged each other’s eyes and nodded slightly to each other before she rested her head next to mine.

    Remembering the show we had agreed to perform, I nuzzled my nose into the fragrant hair that cascaded down her neck. She raised her head and looked into my eyes again, then slowly, teasingly, she worked her way back to start nibbling at my ear.

    “That’s good,” I whispered. “Alice should enjoy this.”

    After a few moments, I drew her closer and our breasts couldn’t help but sway against each other. What I didn’t expect was to feel Helena’s nipples harden as we touched. What I expected even less was that mine would harden against her as well. I realized then that something in my plan seemed to be going terribly awry.

    She removed her right hand from my shoulder and smoothed it up and down my back. Dipping lower, she massaged my ass. As her tongue flicked against my neck along the jaw line, her left hand squeezed my right. Our pelvises rocked together gently. I could feel her heat, not to mention the pounding of her heartbeat. It felt good, and I was becoming aroused and weak with desire.

    I leaned into her ear and whispered, “Helena?”

    “Am I doing alright, Bette?” she answered softly.

    A growing lust wouldn’t allow me to say anything but, “Yes.” My need to kiss her was overwhelming. Our cheeks slowly caressed one another as I felt my mouth moving towards hers. A breath away from our lips meeting, Helena abruptly stopped all movement. She then pulled back and looked imploringly into my eyes. As I looked back, I saw Helena completely unmasked. I glimpsed both fear and longing, mixed with a sweetness that only made me want her more at that moment.

    When she spoke, it was with resolve and sentiment, “We’ve got to stop, Bette. I thought I could do this, but I can’t. I don’t want to risk destroying the accord we reached tonight in Kit’s office. I’m sorry. I need to go.”

    Disconcerted by my yearning and astounded by her willpower, I helplessly watched as she determinedly wedged her way across the dance floor through the throng of bodies pressed enviably against one another.

    ‘Fuck! What just happened?’ I asked myself.

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    Comments

    1. Excellent zheese! This pairing definately has my interest piqued – lord knows we need some interest returned to Bette’s love life, and they really have a history together that propels this story along. As a staunch B&T fan, I have come to the conclusion that it is finally time for Bette to achieve some happiness in life and for Tina to see it and realize exactly what she has lost!!! Please continue!

    2. Ohhhhhhhhh I like that, Belena..sounds like one of my favorite drinks, a belini ;] That dance got me all excited!! Thank you for your writing I appreciate every word!!

    3. awww Helena dont go..Bette won’t hurt u, will u Bette?Nice one Z (*sniff* I’m just a bit..*sniff* emotional right now)..Helena’s imploring look really tugged at my heart *sigh* Hope B doesnt leave Helena hanging for too long…thanks Z, and post soon please.

    4. Well, that’s great! I absolutely loved that, and the transition between the two characters was funny. I must say again that you write these characters so well. Great! Pleaseeee continue. :)

    5. Hoho, could Bette be more clueless? By now, for Bette, it’s kind of more physical attraction than mental. Hope they could find some common interests or something like that soon.

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