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    Addicted

    Story written on January 22, 2007 by vfullart.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=64143
    Author Notes:

    There’s a bar, it’s dark and smoky. Imagine this was filmed in black and white. It works better that way.

    Bette buried her face into Tina’s neck. Once there, she found great pleasure in running small kisses up its length. Tina’s perfume had changed but nothing could mask the familiar scents of Bette’s past. “Let’s get out of here.”

    “Where will we go?” Tina wrapped her hand in Bette’s hair, trying to encourage Bette to kiss harder. To Tina, moving from this spot, at this moment, seemed to be an impossibility.

    Bette began to back them towards to door. “Somewhere close.” Bette took Tina’s earlobe into her mouth, gently sucking.

    “Bette,” Tina moaned.

    “Oh dear God. We have to go now.”

     

    When asked later, neither women remembered how they got to the hotel. It seemed some magic had lifted them there. Of course, if there is magic in the universe it is highly unlikely that they would have ended up at an hourly rate hotel. Not that the stained carpet or the high probability of bugs stopped them.

    The moans of the next room over were soon eclipsed by there own. They connected as only estranged lovers could. They knew each other well but they both felt the thrill of new discovery. It was frenzied and rough but not without tenderness. Bette was elated and saddened that Tina had regained her pre-Angelica body.

    Tina had paid for the whole night. It was with this in mind that they slowed down the second time. Years ago when they were still newly in love, they would make love all night. They became so in touch with each other that they would both wake up at the same time in the middle of the night. They would make love four or five times every night. Now neither one would drift asleep, the ease that had once been there was gone.

    “I need to pee,” Tina announced in her charmingly frank way. She untangled her limbs from Bette’s.

    Bette lowered her gaze. She no longer felt she had the right to watch Tina walk naked to the bathroom. She felt a little like a stranger, a comfortable stranger. In the beginning Tina would excuse herself to pee every time they awoke to make love. She would claim she had to pee but Bette knew Tina was brushing her teeth. The memory caused Bette’s chest to tighten. The Tina in the bathroom was no longer the sweet and unsure woman who ended up brushing her teeth seven times a day.

    When Tina emerged, Bette was standing in the propped open door. She was smoking in nothing but her white collared shirt. Tina quickly noticed two things. Bette had not bothered to button most of her buttons and the overwhelming aura of melancholy. She moved closer, not bothering to announce her presents.

    Bette heaved a sigh. She leaned back without looking back. She knew Tina would be there to hold her.

    Tina resisted the urge to wrap her arms around Bette. Instead, she reached around for the cigarette. “What are we doing?”

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    1. Before I read I’ll make a quick comment on the Hispanic thing. I noticed that “South of Nowhere” has Valery Ortiz. Now, I know she may be a bit young, but if she wasn’t on SoN…well you get the idea. Granted that’s just based on her surname I don’t know her complete background.

    2. I say post both endings. It gives us more to read. lol I completely suck at the noir thing mostly because I don’t understand what noir is exactly. Sort of like how I don’t understand what is goth. This is both lovely and sad. I like it. PPS!

    3. Lamentamini, Film Noir means black film. It is not really a genre as much as a mood. Most Noir were filmed in Black and white (even after color became popular. They are most often detective or crime dramas. The most common theme is the fight against the “man”. These films came into being after WWII, left behind was the gaiety of the twenties and the patriotism of the war. Noir are of course very bleak, it is near impossible to win against the system.

    4. “Like some sort of femme fatale waiting to seduce Bogart.” — that’s actually pretty much exactly what I thought when I read your summary and the beginning of the story. Glad to see you posting again. It’s hard to choose between sappy and noir, they’re too different and I like both of them, posting two endings wouldn’t be bad either. Waiting for more :)

    6. That noir effect really add another dimention to the desolate and angst between these two. I really enjoyed reading this, posting both endings would be fine by me… but save the sappy one last ;)

    8. WOW, was I ever surprised when I saw that you had posted. Reading this makes me realize just how much I miss your writing. You are a very talented woman. Whatever ending you want to post is fine, I just hope you keep writing. Oh and yes I was also very surprised to see your restraint about Papi, because I have heard you on this subject. And before you start yelling at me…yes you are right about it.

    9. So happy to see you back…and what a comeback!!! Wow, wow, WOW!!! As for the ending…totally up to you, but it is winter in Seattle, which means it is dark, cold, and oh so dreary. So, happy sappy is good for me! Thanks!

    10. welcome back, i kept thinking when you would…well, i would love something happy sappy in this noir story which indeed dark and sad and powerful and intense…you can post both of them of course, but i would have to read happy several times then :) and really, welcome back

    11. Hey V! IC is too busy casting Asians to play Hispanics to have any left to play Asians. Oh, maybe you mean the far east Asians. I think there are a few on the west coast, even up in Canada, so why IC is blind to them I can’t answer. The lord moves in mysterious ways, but at least this season is shaping up better than the confused pile of shit last season was (again, no explanation for that). Good to see you back.

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