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    Breath Me * Chapters 11 & 12

    CHAPTER 11

     

    Tina leaned back in her chair and rubbed her tired eyes.  She and Bette had poured over boxes of evidence.  They scoured the photos of today’s crime scene and went over and over Dana’s reports.  Twelve hours into their day and it didn’t look like they had made much progress, unless you counted endless cups of bad coffee and sore limbs. 

     

    Wanda Reynolds was a 33 year old nurse at a local hospital. According to Fairbanks, time of death was approximated about three to four hours before the body was found.  Because of the fact that the drop site was a well traveled running path, it was obvious the rape homicide had occurred elsewhere.  The killer had taken his time with her, hours of torture and pain that had to have seemed endless.  All of the photos were horrifying, but one in particular made Tina’s skin crawl.  She had tried not to look at the one that included Bette’s name, but it didn’t matter, she saw that very image every time she closed her eyes.

     

    Tina sipped her cold coffee and grimaced.  She just couldn’t look at the photos of the bodies anymore. Instead, the detective fixed her gaze on the startling beautiful agent across the table.  Bette’s muddied jacket had long been discarded, her shirt sleeves rolled up and hair pulled up and off of her elegant neck and into a loose bun.  Even exhausted she looked beautiful.  Bette rubbed the back of her neck while flipping through the autopsy report and Tina had half a mind to walk over there and give her the massage she thought the brunette needed.  But Tina didn’t trust herself to touch the brunette again.  The last time she did so, the feeling was so intense it scared her.  But it was the type of scare that also caused a thrill. It was the kind of warm, titillating excitement that spurred you on to do that very thing you know you shouldn’t do, over and over again.

     

    But why shouldn’t she?  Tina warred with herself.  Would it be so wrong to touch her?  To kiss her?  To make love to her?  True she had never been with a woman, but it couldn’t be that much different.  Better, Tina thought.  Softer.

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    Comments

    1. The subtle flirting in these stories of yours is always so intriguing. I love this, there’s something so sexy about subtle brushes of hands and unknown body chemistry that makes me giddy to read these chapters. BRAVO 1000x over again!!! Please Post Soon.

    2. Go TINA!!!!!!!!!!!, take the steps necessary to get the wman of your dreams. The subtle flirting between them is rather sweet and Bette has already given her the fav nickname and Tina loves it. Love this story. Thanks so much for posting a chapter a day.

    3. Hey Scaf, There is such a frivolity and attraction evident whenever Bette and Tina are alone together.Even in the midst of true horror they are finding it difficult in denying their emotions.More please as you are making me smile every day.Yippee!!!Your Loyal Fan.

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