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    Compatible

    “Pick up one of your nubile wild women,” Bette snapped.

    “But I’ve got one right here,” Helena twisted a strand of Bette’s hair around her finger.

    “You’re drunk,” Bette noted inching closer to Helena.

    “Getting there,” Helena mused.

    “Well I don’t do drunk girls,” Bette said leaning back.

    “You’ll do me,” Helena said with a smirk.

    “Cocky,” Bette noted.

    “I don’t have a cock,” Helena quipped.

    “But you have balls of steel.”

    “Bette…let’s dance,” Helena reached for Bette’s hand.

    “Got two left feet.”

    “Not a problem.”

    “Helena…no.”

    “Dammit you’re ruining my plan,” Helena complained.

    “Seduction?” Bette asked

    “But of course,” Helena leered.

    “It’s not a rebound,” Bette muttered shaking her head.

    “Just because you say it’s not doesn’t mean it isn’t true. She’s the first person you dated after Tina. It fits.”

    “How are you paying for these drinks?” Bette demanded.

    “Now you get suspicious. See that woman over there?” Helena asked.

    “Are there two of her? I’m seeing double,” Bette squinted in the direction Helena was indicating.

    “Then it shouldn’t matter that I promised her that you’d be hers for the night. In return for the drinks,” Helena said primly.

    “Of course you did.”

    “You don’t believe me?” Helena asked offended.

    “Should I? Is it going to be her or you?” Bette’s voice was mild.

    “Preferably me.”

    “Like I said. Cocky.”

    “You know it. Let’s get a cab,” Helena started to look into her purse.

    “I’m fine thank you.”

    “Bette I’m taking you home,” Helena declared.

    “To bed?” Bette asked doing some leering of her own.

    Helena laughed wrapping her arm around Bette’s shoulders.

    “To bed. To sleep.”

    “Not to your boudoir? I’m disappointed.”

    Helena paused trying to decide if she did hear disappointment in Bette’s voice.

    “Don’t be. There will be other days. Other opportunities,” Helena assured Bette.

    “Talking like that? Now I know you’re drunk, Helena.”

    “It’s inevitable, Bette.”

    “Mmm. I know how to prevent it,” Bette whispered.

    “Do tell.”

    “It’s a secret.”

    “I’ll get it out of you,” Helena promised.

    “You will? How?”

    “I have my ways,” was Helena’s smug reply.

    “Our secrets bounce off each other,” Bette mumbled.

    “What?” Helena asked not understanding.

    “They bounce off. Like they ram into each other and then…deflect. They cancel out.”

    “Bette that’s just nonsense.”

    “Bette that’s just nonsense,” Bette mocked giggling.

    “You’re mocking yourself, Bette.”

    “We aren’t compatible,” Bette argued.

    “Sure of that?” Helena asked.

    “Absolutely.”

    “Really?”

    “Did I stutter?”

    Helena pressed her lips to Bette’s.

    They were both drunk and they’d blame it on that.

    It should have been awkward and clumsy.

    It was hot and wet.

    A deliberate assault against the senses with a battle of teeth and tongue.

    Sliding her tongue against Bette’s bottom lip with one final last brush of her lips against Bette’s she pulled away.

    “Home. To bed. To sleep,” Helena said lowly.

    “Home. To bed. I don’t know if it’s to sleep,” Bette recited watching Helena with an odd look on her face. As if her whole perspective was changing.

    Helena’s eyes narrowed taking in Bette’s slightly swollen mouth still slightly glistening from their kiss.

    “Let me settle the tab. We’ll get a cab and you’re going home alone.”

    “You’re a cock tease,” Bette grumbled.

    “No, what I am Bette is sure.”

    “Sure of what?”

    “I’m sure that when I take you to my boudoir it won’t be when we’re both drunk.”

    “Hah,” Bette scoffed.

    “Because when it happens, Bette, it won’t be a rebound.”

    Helena caught the bartender’s attention and settled the tab leaving Bette to ponder that.

    “You’re so fucking cocky,” Bette said as they settled into the back of a cab.

    “What I am is right.”

    “We aren’t compatible,” Bette repeated.

    “You just want a repeat of that kiss.”

    “Yeah I kinda do…”

    “Well, when your re-bound is over ring me up.”

    “Jodi’s not a rebound.”

    “Keep telling yourself that…”

     

     

     

     

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    Comments

    1. They’re both such teases !!! I loved this fic Speedy, and I really hope you didn’t intend it as a single chapter story. You must continue.I have to confess I love this very bold Helena, this season 2 Helena actually… Well, the least you could say is that Bette seems to be enjoying herself too… I’m sure she’s not used to having someone soooo confident blatantly but cleverly hitting on her. Anyway, I love it when Helena turns on the seduction mode… That’s funny. Oh, and her accent is a huge asset, that’s for sure… Keep up the fu…ing great work Speed. I can’t wait for an update.

    2. As to why this drunken conversation (or some variation thereof) didn’t take place on the show, I can only speculate that sparkling dialogue such as that on display here isn’t a specialty of TLW writers. And Compatible cries out for a resolution, so please don’t stop here!

    3. i really enjoyed the inter-play…that was really cool! could see them actually engaged in the exchanges…hmm, secrets…do tell…okay now, don’t tease us, you have to come-on with the come-on for us belena’s…post soon!

    4. HAPPY DANCE! when do we get more? hmmm? i’m demanding, i know, but really speed, that was so F**’ing great. i agree with jackieeeee…jodi is a rebound. pfft on her. and i hope you’re writing for season 5. pps!!! really, does this one continue? it should!!!

    5. Don’t think Jodi is a rebound. I want you drunk enough to take you home so we can fornicate on said couch. Did I tell you that I love this sentence? It makes Helena seem sooo sexy, and cocky. ;)

    6. Wow…you’re amazing with dialogue between these two. Keeping it light but always with the underlying sexual tension that I believe exists between the two. Thanks for the post ~ looking forward to the next!

    7. that was great. I hope it wasn’t a one chapter story. Btte played right into Helena’s plan. I could see the little light bulb over Bette’s head when she realized she might actually want Helena! pps

    8. I hope this is the start of a beautiful story if so you are well on your way. So let’s hope this is the spark needed to make those Belena juices not only flow but explode. It’s good to see you back in the old neighborhood you’ve been missed.

    9. Hey Speed_Racer, Wonderful take on the beginnings of a romance between Bette and Helena. BUt you can’t just leave it there. I demand more, Puh-lease, pretty puh-lease. Just a real delight as Bette and Helena jockied for the alpha spot while snozzled. You had me LOL at the pciture of them on bar stools debating what, when and where it would happen between them. Looks like Jodi is dust. Brilliant! Many thanks from Your Loyal Fan.

    10. Bette and Helena just shared a kiss and it was really hot, the dialogue was amazing! I agree with Helena, Jodi is a rebound heheh thanks a lot for writing Belena!!!

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