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    Fluffy Situations

     

    “Jesus…” it wasn’t an annoyed word, just an inconvenient one that she had to clean up what she was sure must have been an accident that Bette had not had time to clear up.

     

    As she stepped closer she smiled, here was her third word…, the coffee had not been used to form the letters, just coffee grains spread across the counter top and the word of ‘you’ written into the brown granules.  She gave a little giggle as she saw the heart beside the word.

     

    She put the kettle on for a morning brew and opened the refrigerator for the milk. A wide smile crossed her face as she found a post-it stuck to the carton with the word ‘millions’ on it.

     

    She loved Bette Porter millions too, in fact it was more than millions, it was, as the impression she had performed the night before of Buzz Lightyear, ‘to infinity and beyond’. 

     

    She shook her head, did she really jump off the bed with her arm outstretched shouting ‘to infinity and beyond…’ uh that would be a definite ‘yeah…, I did do that…’ 

     

    It had begun as one of those nights where they had been messing around, doing stupid things that had snowballed into rolling around in the bed and laughing so hard their stomachs hurt, but with that rolling around had come the quiet moment when their eyes met…, and the passion had begun…

     

    Tina shook her head, trying not to dwell on the thoughts of the night before, because if she did then she may just have to call Bette at work and…, and…, and she didn’t want her mind to even contemplate…

     

    “Picnic…, focus on the picnic…”

     

    She set about the making submarine rolls that she had bought the day before, slicing the soft brie and spreading the rich cranberry that was Bette’s favourite and spreading the sweet chilli on her own brie, not forgetting the chicken left over from their dinner the night before, remembering that Bette always said it wasn’t a picnic without chicken…, oh and the pate, the picnic had to be perfect, she couldn’t forget anything… 

     

    She packed tomatoes, a carton each of beetroot salad and coleslaw, two apples and a bunch of grapes.

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    1. ok so ive never left a comment for u before b/c im just bad and i suk..lol..but now i must tell u that i luv your writing and wish that you could be the writer of the show..will u please write for the show???so that our tibette can get bak together…anyways ive read all of your stories ive just never commented b/c i guess im shy, but now i arise and will tell u that u r just one great amazing writer…how do u do it?? u come up with so many different ideas and your words u use r so romantic…when i read your stories its like im in that story with them..u just mesmerize me…i will tell u that i miss lady slayer…do u think u will be updating that soon???? i sure hope so…well just know that ive always been a silent fan and will forever will be a fan of your writing..:) :)take care and update soon….sincerely,christina :) :) :) ciao bella, grazie!!

    2. As always… splendid, playful, funny, happy… just B/T at their best (and you, at yours, of course ;-)) I miss Lady Slayer too, do you think she will come back soon ? pleeeaaaaasssseee

    3. Such is Porter’s Potency that Tina can’t even think outside the picnic basket. I can’t blame her and I think Bette forgave her. Hmmm…it wasn’t so long ago that you had Tina feeding the ducks and geese, and now she’s feeding on their livers! Can we put that one down to Porter’s Potency as well? Who cares! Just pass me the pate.

    4. So I saw the word “pate” and automatically my mind thought “payt.” LMAO I think Denis Leary once talked about that. Anyway, IC should read more TiBette FF like this one to figure out how to write them.

    5. Maybe the t-shirt that Tina took from Bette should have Pearl Jam on it. Jennifer is a fan of the lead singer of the band. Poor Tina forgetting the blanket and the corkscrew. That just tells you how much power Bette Porter has over Tina Kennard. She would have forgotten her head if not for focusing a little bit on her task, mainly the food. They are sooo cute together in their levis and stolen shirts.

    6. Hahhahahahahaha ‘I can’t believe I forgot the fucking blanket’ Oh MAN is your T a wolly or what ;) Okokok I know, look who’s talking… Yes its definatly smth I could do :P LMFAO! Lovely, romantic, funny and sweet… Woman, ur words reach to my tibette heart! Well, u know how I feel abt ur writing ;) JOBADGE FOR PRESIDENT!

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