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American Werewolves in London: Time After Time
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Later, they were left alone. Tina’s expression was unreadable. When she left, her gaze lingered on Helena’s; brown eyes tinged with red and she swore she could smell Helena’s desire. It was so like her own.
On this night, Bette would not convince Helena to play any games. As much as she loved her partner, Helena had other things on her mind.
“I don’t want to be in hiding any longer.” Helena fumed, moving around the apartment like lightening. Even with her sharpened senses, Bette was having a hard time following her.
Before Bette knew what was happening, lounging lazily on the bed as she still was, Helena leapt upon her, fully clothed, looking as though she were on her way to the club, on any normal sort of night in London.
“Huh?” Bette smiled a lopsided, tired grin, her hands stroking the dark denim over Helena’s thighs. “Where did these clothes come from? Take them off.” She snickered as her fingers fumbled with the fly, only to be pushed away by Helena’s grip on her wrists.
“I’m stronger than you are now.” Helena was shocked that she could hold Bette’s hands down above her head without effort.
“No, I’m just letting you pin me.” Bette replied with the same silly grin. “What are you going to do with me now?”
Helena growled and nipped at her neck. “Haven’t you had enough darling?” She whispered in Bette’s ear, “You’re insatiable you know that?”
“It’s this animalistic thing.” Bette arched her back, trying to encourage Helena’s attentions further. “My libido is through the roof.”
“Oh, so it isn’t about me?” Helena pouted, feeling the pin like tips of her teeth as she sank them lightly into Bette’s shoulder.
“Owwww…playing rough are we?” Bette snickered. It didn’t hurt, Helena wasn’t breaking the skin, and Bette let her know as much by kissing her sweetly on the cheek. “We can’t go out sweety.” She said softly.
“I wanna.” Helena whined. Her hands roamed up and down Bette’s nude form, taking in every inch of her. “I want to go out and dance and eat…food, I suppose…” She grumbled for a moment, then let it go with a shrug, though she did miss cooking and eating things not made of people. Sitting back on her heels, she looked down at Bette once again.
“Ok.” Bette whispered. They looked at one another for a long time.
“Ok what?” Helena prodded.
“let’s go out.”
“We’re not supposed to…”
“I don’t care.” Bette sat up, moving her face closer to Helena’s. “We can’t hide forever. They’re bound to find us anyway, and besides…I’ll take care of you…”
A light knock sounded on the door. Before they reached it, they already knew that Tina waited on the other side.
It took twenty minutes for Bette to dress for the occasion, and then they were off.
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Crap, I’ve got 3 stethescopes and 2 blood pressure cuffs (that’s sphygmomanometer to you!) and a lot of fucking good they do me! If Bette gets that much of a thrill from the cuff, maybe she’s a candidate for one of those full-body, rubber blow-up suits-it’ll squeeze every square inch of her. You would suppose that it might keep one (or one’s lover) at rather a remove from satisfaction, though. Never really understood the attraction of that sort of thing myself. 2 days of wearing a blood pressure cuff in ICU was no fun and as likely to wake you as phlebotomist wanting a blood sample. I’m glad to say I didn’t see any of them flashing fangs on the overnight shift, just the usual tournaquet and needle. Ah, good times! But maybe not as good as the night on the town about to commence. That is, about to commence if you don’t delay. Hurry! Next chapter! More!
oh, i am 97% positive that someone has a serious fetish for just such a full body rubber blow up suit. i would bet my latte on it. oops, can’t do that, its a cappuccino and its almost gone anyway.
If I was stuck in an apartment with Bette for an indefinite period, the last thing I’d do is develop a severe case of cabin fever. If things go awry in the outside world, I trust Bette and Helena will return to the great indoors post-haste and resume their yummy role-playing.
Hey Hel, so happy your story had a new chapter. And I loved it!! Being stuck in a room together like oh so sexy and you know they really love each other. The feel each other’s pain and are there for one another as Bette finally complied to let Helena have some space outside their hideout, I can only imagine what is about to come out of that……
Bette doesn’t realize that a nuclear weapon will, most likely, vaporize you in seconds, if not less. A vampire or werewolf would rip you to shreds and you’ll feel your life slipping away.
Can I say I love this story? Well I’m saying it I love this story. But then again I’m crazy about all your stories. Great update!!
YAY! I had time to read this just before my shower. I have to agree with rufus, um…don’t think I would come near that need of needing to get out! LOL!! No ma’m.
I refuse to make wagers with the dregs of other peoples’ candified coffee drinks. However, I’m 100% sure a number of people do have a serious rubber blow-up suit fetish, equally sure it ain’t me. You’ve been reading my comments long enough to know that to me even lacy undergarments are superfluous. Good, clean, dirty fun! That’s my motto! On the other hand, I’m not sure I should take your protestations of not liking it rough at face value. BTW, The Passenger is one of my most favoritest Iggy Pop songs, and I’m also quite fond of Siouxsie and the Banshees’ version of same.
pfft…ask sofa, i’m a sensitive sort. those banshee people kinda scare me, though i did like that youtube video of their version of the passenger. they also do a pretty good ‘helter skelter’ dunno if you caught that one. you and your superflr…whateverness..i’m going to have to google that word, because are you saying you don’t like lacy thongs or you do like them? i haven’t a clue. i just thought you hated it when someone in the united states called them pants. lol, silly united states, you know you guys are largely british right? revolution my a…anyway. lol
OK, so you’re sensitive. (of course you are, look at the subtleties your characters can contain when you aren’t running them through the horror and mayhem gauntlet). And I bet you can handle a dictionairy with the best of them (should google fail you). All I was saying is that with the right partner, props and costumes really aren’t necessary. Unless you’re a thespian. “Curtains up! Light the lights!” So you’re calling me British, huh? Well, uh, well, uh, you might largely be right.
Aw, I was hoping they’d get around to the Professor and Teaching Assistant part of their games… I hope this outing doesn’t bring trouble… but I’m betting it will. cheers for the chapter, hb
doing a little happy dance seeing your new postings!!!can’t wait for more!!
The whole ‘together-forever’ thing is kinda scary…. I LOVED this chapter but where’s Jenny?? I miss her craziness… PPS!