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Heart of Glass: Existentialist Poetry
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“And Bette has no control over the situation.” Alice added with a smirk.
“Exactly.”
They were quiet for a long time. Each looked over the food before them, but neither touched it.
“You’d better tell her.” Alice added. “Before Tina does…”
On Monday morning, to brace herself for the difficulties ahead, Helena purchased a car. It was her first car in over a year, and it was a nice one. Alice helped her pick it—a black Aston Martin V12 Vanquish. They had a good laugh over the thought of Helena in the exact model of a car from some stupid James Bond movie—another in a list of films which Helena refused to watch. But when they hit the highway for a test drive, Alice screamed excitedly, about a dozen times, that the car was ‘fucking wicked cool’.
When Helena rolled up to Bette’s campus, she caught the Dean just as she returned from lunch.
Bette laughed when the tinted window rolled down, and the cheeky grin and wink greeted her. “Where did you get the sweet ride?” She called out.
Helena leapt out of her car, nearly bounding toward the other woman. The previous day, and the adventures of Friday and Saturday morning flew away as she looked the Dean over. Bette wore one of her casual shirts and a pair of dark slacks. A dark vest completed the outfit, hoisting Bette’s cleavage and distracting Helena thoroughly.
The lustfilled gaze was not lost on Bette. She smirked as they walked inside, making small talk on the way to her office.
“What brings you by?” Bette asked once inside her office.
Helena shrugged, looking carefully around. “Just thought I’d see…how your weekend with Jodi went.”
Her snide tone was lost on Bette.
“Fine.” Bette leaned against her desk, watching as Helena wandered nervously around the room. “We broke up though…again…third time’s a charm they say.”
“I’m sorry.” Helena muttered. “I really am.” She said louder. “Are you ok?”
“No.”
Helena sighed, moving to sit across from Bette. She thought better of it, not wanting a height disadvantage, and leaned against the desk next to her. Crossing and uncrossing her arms, she moved away again, deciding to sit back down, this time on the couch across the room.
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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.