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Heart of Glass: Existentialist Poetry
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Where do you go to my lovely,
When you’re alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you,
I want to look inside your head, yes I do…
Peter Sarstedt played in the background as the rain began to fall outside.
Inside, two lovers argued.
“I don’t know why it’s funny, it just is.”
“But why is it funny?”
“It just is. Jesus, don’t make a federal case out of it.”
“I’m not.”
Helena and Tina stared at one another across Tina’s kitchen table, totally annoyed. The morning had started out fine, but now they were bickering.
Earlier, Tina awoke with a start, registering two things at once: first, the alarm had not gone off, and second, Helena was sleeping beside her.
“hmm…what’s wrong?” Helena turned slowly, her eyes half closed.
“Alarm…”
Helena fumbled with the clock and checked it close in the still dark room. “It’s only 6am. What time do you need to be at work?”
“Depends…what day is this?” Tina sat bolt upright, the sheet pooled around her lower body. Somehow, during the night, Helena had ended up sleeping without covers. Tina noticed this and handed some over, inviting the raven haired beauty closer.
Helena thought for a moment, then grinned. “Saturday.” She murmured. “You don’t have to be at work. Nor do I.” She added that last part sarcastically, before laying back down. She wanted at least another half hour’s worth of sleep, and pulled Tina with her. They lay warmly together, falling easily back into their dreams.
When Tina awoke again, Helena had burrowed under the covers. It took her a few moments to register what was happening, but the warmth radiating from between her thighs, and the feeling of Helena’s lips against her hip bones soon drew her from sleep completely.
“Hmmm…” The blonde hummed happily. “That feels nice…” She reached down and grasped the back of Helena’s head with one hand, stroking and caressing her cheek with the other. Her knees bent upward as Helena pushed them gently. Tina felt the other woman’s breath against her center, before two fingers began teasing her opening.
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Oh my. Girls gone wild. Weho style.
Hehe … wow! .. ok, so I’m *so* behind on ‘this’ particular challenge, but quite frankly I think I should just quit now whilst I’m behind, I’m never going to be able to compete with this level of hotness!!!
silly silly! you win hands down woman! *pat on the bottom* now get to work darling;)
It’s the belena wunderkind! Um wow! No-one captures the hotness that is Bette and Helena like HB.
I’m with you rufus. I’ve always thought Bette & Helena should have gotten together on the show but I guess I’ll just have to rely on fanfics and my wild fantasies…. I’m not interested in a threesome, Tina is boring and she can’t compete on the level of sexiness of Belena.
OMG Hel that was so freaking hot and in the DEans office, gotta love it!!!
Oh my. *whispering* That was hot! It’s left me giggling like a… schoolgirl. One thing though… Tina wasn’t there to watch. Maybe next time… pps, ta!
dear god woman do i luv your writing!!!!nothing better than hot, hot, hot make up sex, lord knows you really blow us away with your writing of these two, you threw quite a curve ball with the tina angle, but i am luving every second of it!!!!as usual, can’t wait for your next post!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wow, i typically don’t read a lot of Bette/Helena as a “couple” but I have to admit this one was VERY well written and…just whoa. Thanks for the post, I’m waitin’ to see if there is a Bette/Tina/Helena scene…thanks again!
IMO Tina and Helena can’t compete with the off-the-charts hotness that is Belena. The threesome is shaping up to be a barn burner. As for Tina’s vow to fly solo for at least a year, I’ll believe it when I see it.
Accuse you of cheating? God, no. Just stating the obvious about the way your mind works and your works work. But I thought you said Helena was going to be the instructor? (By the way, I’m true to my word-no instructors looking or sounding like Helena at my school.) Squeaky James cracked me up. Has Helena had practice dismissing underlings, even if they aren’t her own? Well, all’s quite on the Weho front. For the moment. And if La T can play her cards right and be nice perhaps a good time can be had by all. Pants or no pants, that is the question. Once one Christmas long ago, my brothers and I took advantage of the trip from the parents home to the grandparents home as an excuse to ride in seperate cars (it was 6 adults at that point, too crowded for even Dad’s large sedan) from the parents and smoke a spliff or two along the way. The excuse one of my brothers jokingly came up with in case we were questioned about the extra time we took was that I had forgotten my underpants. But as they were my brothers, I really had them on the whole time.