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    Fallacy (Part 2)

     

    “You’d tell me if something was wrong, wouldn’t you?”

     

    “Yeah,” Bette said with a weak smile. “You’d be the first I’d tell.” The lie was swift and effortless and she hated it for being so.

     

    She wet her lips, anticipating Tina’s next kiss, but it didn’t come. She just gazed at her, touched her hair gently. It was easier, when it was so dark in the room, to avoid Tina’s gaze, to not think about it so much.

     

    She had thoughts, of course, the guilty type. She paused for a moment. “New York.”

     

    “What about New York?”

     

    “When I went to New York” Maybe she could think clearer if Tina wasn’t so close. “This year. Do you remember that?”

     

    “I remember.” Tina frowned. “While you were gone, Joyce and I went through and took inventory.”

     

    “Oh,” Bette sighed. “That’s when you did it.”

     

    “Yeah.”

     

    “Well-” She cleared her throat uncomfortably. Tina was running her fingers up and down her arms. “That was when I met Helena Peabody. But I also-”

     

    “Baby, don’t worry about it.” There was a hollow, panicked quality to Tina’s voice. Bette flicked her eyes downward. “It’s behind us. Helena, everything. It’s all behind us.”

     

    No, it isn’t, Bette wanted to say but she swallowed it back because Tina had that look she got right before she cried. She felt Tina’s hands trail lower; lifting her shirt, scratching along her stomach. She refused to meet Bette’s eyes. Bette shivered.

     

    “I know, it’s behind us,” Bette muttered so inaudibly she was not sure Tina could hear her. Tina didn’t lift her head, her gaze pinned on the outlines of her own hands underneath Bette’s shirt. Her fingertips skirted higher, brushing the undersides of her *****. Bette bit her lip and then opened her mouth to say something, anything. It wouldn’t come, though, and Tina appeared not to notice; she leaned against Bette, pressing a kiss to the column of her throat.

     

    “Tina,” Bette tried to say, but Tina had dragged her lips up Bette’s jaw, had caught the lobe of her ear between her lips. “Can we at least-”

     

    “Now,” Tina mumbled, her breath hot against Bette’s ear, moving closer. Her hips pressed tight against Bette’s and Bette worked hard at not crying out. “Please,” Tina whimpered and she kissed her hungrily, her hands moving upward finally to cup the full *****.

     

    Bette consented (Too quick, she thought, weak as *****); she couldn’t bear it if Tina left her (and she will) over something so simple, so it didn’t matter if she didn’t really want it right now (yes, you do). She managed to coax Tina toward the couch, stroked her fingers through soft blonde hair before dragging her finger down the buttons of her pajama top, popping them open. Her lips followed, trailing down the soft, pale line of Tina’s skin.

     

    “God,” Bette muttered, burying her face against Tina’s neck as she slid a hand into her pajama pants. She screwed her eyes shut, pressing her lips sloppily to the spot behind Tina’s ear. Tina gripped her forearm and whimpered in need, breathing heavily to the rhythm of Bette’s fingers inside her.

     

    Bette whispered, “Shh” and lifted her head to kiss Tina’s lips, wet and yielding and warm, but her own lips were trembling so much that she missed the mark. “The baby.”

     

    “Yeah,” Tina sighed. She arched her back; Bette shifted to accommodate her. “Don’t stop,” she said.

     

    I won’t, Bette thought desperately, feeling a new flood of wetness around her fingers. She added a third; Tina moaned raggedly. Just don’t leave me.

     

    And then she felt it before maybe Tina did-pulling, tightening. She swallowed Tina’s moans, kissing her feverishly, pressing into her. Bette closed her eyes and didn’t want to look for a moment. She was so sure she’d do something terrible if she saw.

     

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    Comments

    1. This is a great story though at times I find it makes me quite sad and depressed. Bette so needs to get over the fear of losing Tina, and learn to talk to her. I’m not sure what Tina can do to reassure her she’s not going anywhere, but knowing Tina she’ll listen if Bette will just talk.

    2. I’ve been having a look at authors I haven’t had a chance to read before, and happened on your stories. Both this and “Broken Girls with Strange Frames” were really just… outstanding. I’m not sure if you’re still around, but I’d love to see you posting again.

    3. This is so brilliant, it’s so wonderfully done; so very very sad and you can actually physically feel Bette’s pain. God, you’re good! Just found this and had to comment.

    4. this story is just so deep and raw. I often wonder when things seem to be going good for myself what is gonna happen next. This is awesome writing looking forward to the next chapter

    5. How different is your writing style in this story compared with the other story written from Alice’s POV! Yet how brilliant have you captured the characters’ voices at different stages in their lives! You have thought and written “beyond the square” again! No cliches from you though.
      Looking forwards to being further mesmorized by your writing.

    6. been absorbing your story: indeed intense, sometimes raw. as a reader you can feel the pain, i guess because some of us been there. thanks for a good writing.

    7. this is really sad ok like no other story can make me this sad it amazing your wonderful but i really do hope things work out bette needs to learn to talk lol and i mean shes so afraid of loosing tina its heart breaking!! heart breaking man !! lol well anyways thank you for the amazing chapter and please post soon thanx byeness<33897325892

    8. Apt descriptions of how our desires can take us somewhere without our emotions necessarily joining the fray. Wicked good writing. Bloody brilliant really.

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