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    Every Glance Speaks – Chapter 6

    Story written on July 26, 2007 by AngelDana.
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    Does she feel it too?

    At my expense.

    I clench my eyes shut; her flippancy hurts more than it should.

    But before I can think up a fitting retort or even storm out, I feel freshly familiar arms enveloping me from behind and another gentle chuckle.

    She’s holding me again. My mind races for an explanation while my body fights the increasing impulses. All I want to do is turn on the spot and get lost in another moment with the indescribable beauty I know is stood behind me.

    Fuck. What is that feeling?

    My faint anger is receding but still present as I make great efforts to control my breathing. I go to step forward; out of and beyond her reach but I feel her clutch tighten slightly. Pathetically, I comply and abandon my attempts to escape, stay in her clinch, noiselessly drowning in her closeness.

    A fresh silence settles into my long-term memory.

    I just know I’m not forgetting this in a hurry.

    Her velvet voice slips through sound barrier; those soft tones singing in perfect harmony with the beating melody in my chest.

    “I could never pity you, Tina” She’s saying.

    Her breath is spraying across my neck and through my hair.

    “I never pity the powerful.”

    Powerful? What is she..?

    “Tina,” she says with more vehemence “I could never feel pity for that rarity whom is able to capture every part of me upon the very first meeting.”

    Did she just say..?

    “No, Tina,”

    God, I never appreciated how good my name could sound.

    “The person I feel pity for,” she continues, “is the arrogant son of a bitch who is clearly too dense to see what he has. Clearly too wrapped up in his own life to see what an incredible..” She’s stopped.

    The breath seems stuck in her throat and I know exactly how she feels.

    I finally turn to face her, keeping selfishly close and hoping her arms won’t fall from my sides. They don’t. Her face is turned coyly to the floor and it suddenly becomes clear to me: The feelings, the urges to be close to her, everything that’s occurred in the last 45 minutes of knowing her – It’s a taster. A preview of what I want to see and feel every day of my life. I’m falling for this stranger. I shake my head because I know it’s crazy. I know it’s insane to think it, but I crave her. My body is itching to take her hand and pull us both over the edge together.

    I’ve finally cracked.

    The word ‘stranger’ seems less defined now. Technically, I don’t know a thing about her. I don’t know how old she is, what city she grew up in, whether or not she had braces to perfect that grin of hers. But my heart’s insisting there’s just one thing I need to know.

    Does she feel it too?

    The rest will come.

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    Comments

    1. Beautifully written, just beautiful. I think its profound how Tina feels, like she wants to feel this for the rest of her life, in only 45 minutes of meeting Bette. I guess she can do that to people…I know she does it to me…pps.

    3. Love is in the aiiiir! xD Tina is caught by Bette! And I repeat again ; LOVE IS IN THE AAAIR! Hoo thanks for not torture me! Yeah we should pick a name! I will think of one and I will send you a PM with the name! :DGreat chapter and please post more soon!

    4. I’ve got to say after all the B&T stories of the begining, why its just dawning on me now, that I don’t think I’ve ever met someone and felt what they felt the first time they did. I mean theirs someone in my life that all it takes is the sound of her voice, or seeing her and it doesn’ matter how the rest of my day goes, but never that instant BAM.

    7. Bette really brings the sexy with that velvet voice and gentle chuckles, doesn’t she? That statement “I never pity the powerful” is a wonderful way for Bette to start rebuilding Tina’s self-esteem.

    12. Wow, the feelings that both laid out for the other woman. Tina afraid that others will view her as weak and Bette knowing that Tina is really the stronger of Tina and Eric.

    14. wizard1 took my comment………I want a mocha-skinned comforter too! Beautiful! Can’t wait for more from my very young, but wise author.

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