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Ch. 2: Brief Encounter in Wonderland
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BRIEF ENCOUNTER IN WONDERLAND Chapter 2
Previously:
“Bette said, breathlessly. She stood up and tried to look away, awkward. Helena’s towel was down to her waist.
Helena looked down embarrassed. “Bette, I’m sorry. I’ve taken advantage of you.”
“Of me?” Bette said, thinking that no one took advantage of her.
“I wasn’t thinking straight. You’re vulnerable right now. The whole thing with Jodi-”
“We’re both vulnerable right now and a little drunk. Besides, Jodi… it’s a lost cause. I’ve been in denial about her, but I was so desperate to fall in love again… I better go pay the delivery guy.” Bette left the room and Helena flopped back on the bed, not bothering to pull her towel up.
***
“Thank you, keep the change.” Bette said to the delivery guy. She shut the door and turned towards Alice’s bedroom.
She turned back and stepped toward the kitchen, only to stop dead on her tracks after a few strides. Bette headed toward Alice’s bedroom where she had left Helena laying in bed – perhaps wanting, or was it her who was left wanting?
Bette stood at the door, Chinese take-out in both hands. After a moment, she considered what lay there before her eyes, wondered if the take-out Chinese was better off on the floor or on the dining table. Finally, she uttered the word, “Helena.”
***
Alice’s apartment.
Bette looked on at the beautiful woman sprawled comfortably before her. Looking at her in a way she never had before. It was Helena after all. Helena Peabody, who now lay before her, topless, a pathetic little towel hung, precariously on one thigh and thankfully covered the space between her legs. This magnificent picture, of all places, was taking place in Alice’s apartment; Alice’s bedroom; Alice’s bed. How in the world did I find herself in this position, Bette thought. Thank God she passed out. Thank God I’m still buzzed.
“Mmmm,” Helena moaned, sleepily, her eyes shut, her hands cupped under her head. She really wasn’t aware of Bette indecisively standing above her. Helena was in that beautiful in-between, before wakefulness and slumber, unaware of her voyeur.
“Bette?” Helena called out.
Oh Jesus. Bette could hardly tell if Helena was talking in her sleep or if she had been awake all this time. Should she stay? Should she go?
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Hey Jetgirl, Another fabulous chapter!! Bring it on – can’t wait for more!! Faye xx
Totally enjoying your fic…can’t wait to read the dinner conversation…
I love the way you have portrayed B&H in your story. It’s an enjoyable read and I can’t wait for more.
Couldn’t wait to read. Jet I hope you are not going to let the be a one sided hand job. PPS
I will have to take time and savory this later. Welcome to Belenaville and having your name on the unofficial list
i really liked how vulnerable the 2 alphas were, i hope bette lets helena return the favor, great writing!!!!!
This yummy encounter was just the tonic I needed after Helena’s jarringly abrupt departure on the show. After Bette and Helena sleep off their whiskey binge, I hope they finish what they started!
YAY, a new Belena fic!! This was too hot..loved it..but then, Bette ran away! Bette no run away. Can’t wait til next chapter!!!
Thanks for all the nice words! Remember, this is Helena Peabody.”Peabodys don’t have debts, not to anyone.”