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    Bette Forgets 61

     

    “That house has brought a lot more grief than any one building aught to.”

     

    “That it has.”

     

    “You still have to talk with Shane don’t you?”

     

    “Yeah,” Bette remarks sounding like she wasn’t looking forward to it in the least, “We talked a little bit on the ride home but we need to have a larger, more in depth discussion with one another.”

     

    “Are you doing that in the morning?”

     

    “I don’t want to but I know that I have too.”

     

    I don’t envy my love this conversation.  I’m sorry that the woman you love was madly; psychotically in love with me and that I accidentally killed her.  I think the conversation is probably going to be a little more tactful than that. 

     

    Bette shifts up the bed so we are face to face and she is leaning on her right elbow.  Bringing her hand up she runs her index finger along my lips and then she replaces her finger with her lips in a soft, tender kiss.  She pulls away from me and I see tears glistening in her dark orbs.

     

    I realize that these aren’t tears for Carmen or even for Shane.  These are the tears for what could have happened this night.  Tears for the thought of what could have happened to me, tears for what did happen to me.  These are also tears for herself.  She lost a bit more of that innocence that I so love about her

     

    I also realize something else.  I have never loved this woman more than I do in this moment, in this space.  She was willing to kill for me, for us.  Yes, she didn’t go into that house with the intention of killing anyone, but she knew that this was a possibility and went in anyway.

     

    I gently push Bette on to her back and climb on top of her, straddling her lap.  We stare at each other for a moment, not needing to say anything.  The tears that she had been able to keep at bay up to this point broke free from their captivity, as Bette had done for me, and cascaded down her cheek to disappear in her dark curls.

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    Comments

    1. DAMN…that was sad, loving, and hot. It’s so sad that Bette lost a part of her innocence and that she feels a little lost. But it’s lovely how both Bette & Tina will be there for one another during this trial. This too they shall overcome. Love the story Reba…please continue.

    2. you keep ignoring me reba. and im gonna keep asking, nicely. ;) please keep this story going and do the other one also. *begging*

      this was tender and so full of love. thanks and post soon.

    3. Well girl you go wherever that muse takes you and you wont get any complaints here …lol that was beautiful really it took my breath away im off to read it again…. just love it

    4. OK! I just caught up. You have too many stories and chapters for me to READ!!!! First chapter, way too much drama, but that is how you got me attention. Just trying to figure out which story to read next. What do you recommend? I am so hooked on this story that I stayed up knowing full well that I should be sleeping. You are a really good writer.

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