Is She The One?

She hadnt even made it through the door before Alice spotted her.

Hey Porter, get your tight little ***** over here, youve got some explaining to do. Alice bellowed, the look of curiosity emblazoned in her eyes.

Good morning to you too Alice. Bette replied nonchalantly.

Bette was too ensconced in the afterglow of her and Tinas lovemaking earlier that morning to let Alice irritate her the way she usually did.
No, Im not gonna let you goad me this morning Piezeski, Im in too good a mood.
Bette pulled out a chair and sat herself across from Alice. Ready for the barrage of questions that was undoubtedly heading her way.
She didnt have long to wait.

So spill Porter.

Spill what Alice.

Dont play coy with me, little missy, you know only too well what I mean.

I have absolutely no clue whatsoever, what are you going on about Alice?

Bette reached out and casually took a strawberry from Alices plate, placed it in her mouth, and proceeded to look at Alice as if she really didnt know what she was referring to. Bette was fighting an internal battle, she could see that her feigning ignorance was driving Alice absolutely crazy, and Bette was finding it extremely difficult to keep a straight face.

By this time Alice was becoming a little agitated, and Bette stalling on being forthcoming with the information that she so desperately craved was just making her even more curious, and even more determined to find out what went on.

You know full well what Im talking about Bette.

Alice leaned over the table and glared at Bette, her eyes never leaving the other womans.

Porter

Alices eyes now held a steely determination, and Bette knew full well she wouldnt be able to get out of the Planet without giving the blonde reporter, at least a smidgeon of what she wanted to hear.

You better tell me why you and little Miss Hottie practically ran out of Milk last night, with out even a goodbye, or Im gonna ***** slap you all over the Planet, and I dont mean the one were sitting in now. Alice exasperated, throwing her arms up in the air and sinking back down in her seat.

Bette let out a little, chuckle she could see just how close Alice was to exploding, if she didnt comply, and fess up.

Okay Al. A small grin tugged at Bettes mouth, and she, raised her left brow.
What do you want to know?

This perked Alice up no amount.

So did you and Tina, you know go back to your place and you know make out what happened? Was it any good? Alice babbled, never stopping to come up for breath.

Whoa Alice, what is this? Jeez, I feel like Im being interrogated by the ***** FBI. Bette said overwhelmed at the onslaught of Alices questions. One question at a time, please.

Okay. Said Alice excitedly. Did you and blondie go back to your place?

Yes.

Did you get to have your oats?
Alice waited with baited breath

Bette shook her head and a small smile escaped her lips.

Alice now what makes you think Im gonna tell you, even if I did?

Because youre a ***** Porter and its your duty to inform other dykes as to whats going on in your love life. Alice said matter of factly.

Ah but your not technically a ***** Alice, youre a dirty bisexual.
Bette knew she was clutching at straws here, but she said it anyway.

***** you Bette just tell me Im dying here.

Sorry Alice, thats classified information, if I tell you, I will have to kill you.
Bette was now sat with her arms crossed, staring menacingly at Alice, trying desperately not to laugh, at her flustered friend.

Maybe if I take a different approach, thought Alice, maybe I can wangle it out of her that way jeez Porter your driving me ***** crazy with your MY PRIVATE LIFE IS MY BUSINESS PRINCIPLES … well its worth a try.

So if you failed to get laid Porter, what did you and Tina do, when you got back to your apartment?
Alice asked a now stunned Bette, who had absolutely no idea what to say, because all her and Tina had actually done was tear, each, others, clothes off, and made mad passionate love.

Alice recognised the sheer panic in Bettes eyes and could see the cogs turning in her head trying to come up with a suitable answer.

Alice, let out a satisfied, almost self, gratifying, laugh.

You so too, did *****. She said accusingly, wagging her finger at Bette.

And before Bette could get her brain in to gear, she heard herself replying.

We did not ***** Alice we made love. *****. Bette cursed inwardly, Shes sneakier, than I thought damn ***** reporter.

Okay Alice you got me, we did make love.
Bette at this point had wandered off in to a state of euphoria, and was staring in to space, dreamily thinking about her and Tinas lovemaking.

Alice continued studying Bette while Bette was riding the carousel of love, and realised that the playa Bette once was, was no more, and that Miss Tina Kennard had turned Porter the Predator, into a soppy lovelorn puppy. So Alice did what she did best. (Well she thought so, anyway.)
She gratuitously serenaded Bette with a rendition of the eighties song by Madness.

It must be love love love it must be love love love nothing more nothing less love is the best
Alice was just getting in to her groove when Bette hastily interrupted.

ALICE. Bette screamed, now highly embarrassed, as half the planet had dropped everything they were doing and were solely focusing their attention on the two of them. Will you shut the ***** up your embarrassing me. Bette wanted to crawl under the table and die.

Your in love Porter. Alice sniggered.

I am not in love Alice, I am in like. Bette replied rather to quickly.

Oh no, you cant pull the wool over my eyes Bette Porter, I definitely know when someone is in love or not, and you my friend are most definitely in love. Proclaimed Alice.

Bette didnt reply to Alice, instead she just shook her head.
Because she knew she could not answer Alice honestly, Bette had come to the realisation, that she was indeed falling in love with Tina Kennard, and in fact that Tina had already stolen her heart.

What Bette didnt know though, was, if Tina Kennard felt the same way.



TBC>>>>>>>