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    Held in Contempt Ch. 2

    Story written on March 20, 2013 by torrid.
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    A date and a disclosure.

    "I don’t know quite how to take you," Tina said. "I’ve heard you’re bold, but…well, I’m rarely left so speechless by someone."
    A few moments later, Bette joined Tina in the kitchen as she poured the boiling water over the loose leaves in the pot.
    "Please tell me you didn’t sew the appliqué on your guest towels," Bette said. 
    "That was my grandma – I have no such skills," Tina replied. "Glad to hear I’ve given the impression of having multiple talents though."
    "Oh I’m sure you have more talents waiting to be discovered," Bette said. 
    Tina remained silent.
    "So…how come I didn’t know of your inclination to the fairer sex?" Bette asked.  "You obviously don’t date much."
    "My partner passed away about 18 months ago," Tina replied. "We’d been together for seven years."
    "Oh…I’m so sorry. That must have been horrible to go through."
    "It really was," Tina said. "I threw myself into work, and tried to manage my grief with therapy and staying busy. A year later, I was finally starting to feel human again."
    "What took her so young?"
    "A car accident," Tina replied. "The daily commute you rarely think twice about. One day instead of her walking in the front door, a police officer knocked."
    "I can’t imagine…"
    "Listen, I didn’t mean to put a damper on our evening," Tina said. "But it’s part of my history. And I wanted to be up front with you."
    "Of course," Bette said. "I don’t need an explanation."
    "But now you’re going to stop flirting with me – just when it was getting interesting."
    "All I want to do is hug you. It’s human nature to crave contact when you feel the need to comfort someone."
    "I could use a hug," Tina replied, turning away from the counter to face Bette.
    Bette took the couple of steps required to embrace Tina.
    "I’m so sorry," Bette whispered.
    "Thanks," Tina replied. "It’s finally getting better."
    Tina cleared her throat as they separated. She filled a couple of mugs and they each took a seat at the kitchen table.
    Bette reached and placed her hand over Tina’s, stroking it lightly with the movement of her thumb. The gentle nature of the gesture was not lost on Tina. It was more than she could have expected given the rumors she’d heard about Bette in the past.
    "You’re nothing like your courtroom persona," Tina said.
    "The lawyer is different from the person," Bette replied.
    "I’m happy to have discovered that."
    "I enjoyed debating with you over dinner," Bette said.
    "It was much more cordial than any time we’ve met in court."
    "You always got my heart rate up when we met in court too," Bette said.
    "See, I knew you’d return to flirting eventually," Tina said. "Just took a moment to get back on track."
    They fell into casual conversation while they enjoyed their tea, and each other’s company.
    "I should get going," Bette finally accepted the lateness of the hour.
    "Just when we were making modest progress…"
    "I’d like to see you again," Bette said. "Outside of work."
    "Next dinner is on me," Tina said. "Any availability on the weekend?"
    "I’m free Saturday."
    "I’ll call you with details," Tina said.
    They walked to the front door, and Bette retrieved her coat from the wall hook.
    "What’s the protocol here?" Bette asked, shaking her head. "Can we hug again?"
    "Bette Porter at a loss for what to do," Tina said. "I’m sure that doesn’t happen very often."
    Tina reached to smooth an imaginary crease from the lapel of Bette’s coat.
    "It’s all pretty new to me too," Tina said. "It’s been a while since I was out on a date."
    Bette reached with both arms and did what she suggested she would do, offering only a warm embrace before backing away.
    Given what had become the topic of conversation that evening, anything more would have been too much. For both of them.
    Once she left, Tina turned the outside light on until Bette was behind the wheel of her car. With one last wave good-bye, Tina turned off the light and leaned against the front door.
    Tina was dating again. Rather than being pleased with herself, she couldn’t help but cry at the loss she still felt.
    (tbc)
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    13. Ok so this is interesting Tina is still mourning a little…..and Bette is actually a little less arrogant and kinder out side of the courtroom…I like their relaxed flow with conversation on the date, and I’m glad Tina is putting herself back out there….great start to your story

    17. Really like this one. It is showing Bettes softer side away from the job even though she can be a tigress in the courtroom. Great update. Now on to the next chapter in line.

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