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    Day 8, Letter 8

    Tina bent her forehead to touch Bette’s briefly. “I know” she whispered, “I know…”

    It was the end to a perfect day. A day where Bette took an uncharacteristic nap in the middle of the morning, her head on Tina’s belly and her long lean body pressed against the blonde as Tina read on the couch, her arm around the brunette. She was reading part of the chapter to Bette when she realized Bette was drifting off to sleep and she ran her fingers through the thick, curly hair until Bette’s breathing was deep and regular, the wonderful heaviness of her limbs melting into Tina.

    Tina knew this was the unwinding of built-up exhaustion for Bette. Their separation took a toll on Bette’s sleeping habits, wearing her down slowly, insidiously. For the brunette to let go and allow herself to rest in the middle of the day was a sign of the trust they were building, a sign that Bette was finally able to give in and rest, heal.

    Tina put her book down and wrapped her arms around Bette, holding her close, taking time to be present in this moment, to appreciate what she had. She vowed to never lose sight of this again, knowing that tough times were inevitable but the answer simple… all they had to do was talk to each other.

    She tugged carefully on a blanket that lay over the back of the couch and used to cover them as best she could, sealing in the warmth and making what was already a perfect nap truly fantastic.

    Before falling asleep, Bette lifted Tina’s shirt enough to lay her cheek on the bare skin of Tina’s belly and Tina could feel the warmth of her even breathing on her skin. The sweetness Bette showed with this simple need… the need to be as close as possible, to be skin to skin, to breathe her lover in with each breath was humbling to Tina, endearing.

    Bette had softened in the months since the miscarriage, since Candace. It was like she reached her lowest point with the affair and came back from the depths more introspective, vulnerable, open to expression of her feelings and thoughts. Tina knew now how fiercely Bette loved her, how pure. And how it was her responsibility to protect Bette’s heart. Her responsibility to always remember what a gift this was.

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    Comments

    1. “You used to say that the Gallery without James is like art without a canvas. What about me without you?”

      I love that Bette and Tina are finding a healthy mix between seeing their friends, socializing, and spending time together – just the two of them. In the past, Alices’ flippant and incendiary remark would have most likely led to trouble. Luckily, Tina has faith in Bette and has finally learned not to listen to or share private matters with Alice.

      Bette is finally able to relax. She no longer has to worry -what about me without you? She knows her Tina is back. Their lovemaking is amazing beyond words. You sure do know how to construct one hot and sensual and truly lovely sex scene. Great read to begin the day!! Thanks BK!

      • Thank you Billy. Alice has met her match with Tina, now that the boundaries are up maybe just maybe she will move on to other things. We can hope, right?
        Thanks for reading and commenting! More tomorrow

    2. BK,

      Agree with Billy about the question in the letter for Tina – “What about me without you?” So heartfelt & soulful.
      There really is no Bette as we know her without Tina. And they both know it. She is the same – both shells of themselves without the other.

      The club scene & Tina’s reaction to other women’s interest in Bette truly show her growth & the bond & trust they have now forged with each other . They are attached at the hip.

      The last scene was awesome & so sweet & tender.

      Thanks for sharing this special day for them.

      Collins

    3. Hi BK,

      Wow, another fantastic chapter!

      Totally agree with the comments from Billy and Collins!

      There were several things i want to point out, if i would say everything i want to say then my comment will be longer than this chapter ;-)

      The first one:

      “Trouble in paradise” Alice sang, sipping her drink dramatically.

      “Bullshit, Al. I am not worried…” Tina said, turning her back on the scene at the bar. She trusted Bette. If she started down the road of questioning every little thing Bette did or didn’t do all the progress they made over the past five weeks would be all for nothing.
      She knew this in the depths of her heart, knew it like she knew Bette always read the last chapter of her crime novels first because she couldn’t bear the suspense. Knew it like she knew Bette enjoyed a small bowl of chocolate chip ice cream the night after a stressful show, standing in their kitchen barefoot and giddy from too much champagne.
      “I’m not worried…” she repeated to Alice who made a face like oh-really and Tina nodded, “really, Al. Not in the least…”

      I am very annoyed by Alice, always ready with (negative) comments in the hope of problems between Bette and Tina?
      I think she’s a lousy friend and won’t shed a tear if they dump her as a “friend”.

      Love how Tina reacted full of trust and is secure in her Bette, she knows Bette better then eveyone.

      The second one:

      For Tina, the comfort of Bette’s love, the fierceness of it, enveloped her like a second skin and nothing else mattered. She smiled to herself, remembering their lovemaking on the couch that morning, and knew Alice would never know every little detail again, and that was the way it should be.

      Beautiful said, so sweet and loving and so happy that Alice would never know every little detail again. Tina learned her lesson that most of the things she should share and talk with Bette about it and not with motor mouth Alice. Bette feels freer and can now be herself without any worries because she knows that most of the intimate details remain between her and Tina.

      I also loved the scene on the couch. God, that almost makes me speechless the way you described it, the way Bette shows her love! And how Tina is aware of that.

      Let’s agree on one thing that you don’t mention the word C. during such a moment !!!

      Good to hear you have almost two weeks free! Enjoy it!

    4. I’ll join the chorus in saying that I’m still smiling at Tina’s cool and confidend answer to Alice’s having a dig at Tina and Bette.
      “Bullshit, Al”. Alright! That’s the way to deal with Alice trying to rile Tina up and to create trouble between T + B for Alice’s amusement only. Alice feeds of the misery of her friends and it’s time that someone starts to steal her thunder. Well done, Tina!

      Great 8th day, BK. I love how secure T + B once again are in their love for each other.

      Happy holidays, enjoy your time off.

    5. GeeGollyBums BK!
      Just the short intro letter from Bette to Tina got me! So sweet!!!
      “I will never go again without you. . . . I tell you this for the purpose of making it clear that I am waiting for you, Tina.
      Yoga helps. The wine doesnt. Shane helps. Alice tries. What about me without you?

      Alice.
      Always so worried about what’s goin’ on with Bette . . . What are you going to do about the pack of women who don’t know she’s off the market?” Look . . . Alice used her eyes to get Tina to look. Tina shifted . . . To get a better look, and it was true. She had many admirers. But Tina trusted Bette. She knew this, knew it like she new Bette . . .
      I’m not worried. . . AND SHE WASN’T.

      Tina bent her forehead to touch Bette’s briefly. “I KNOW” she whispered, “I KNOW . . . “

      THE SWEETNESS Bette showed with this simple need . . . The need to be as close as possible, to be SKIN to SKIN, to breathe her lover in with each breath was humbling to Tina, endearing.

      Bette had softened . . . More introspective, vulnerable, open to expression of her feelings and thoughts. Fiercely Bette loved her, and it was HER RESPONSIBILITY to PROTECT Bette’s HEART.

      How sure we (think) we are at “protecting our own hearts” but are we really??? Isn’t that where the wheels come off our go cart and we viciously splat into retaining wall, our brakes having failed us. Wonder if this is what will be the “answer” to the “why of Candace”. We’ll see.

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