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Life Happens: Head Over Heals
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“Once, there was an evil Empire…” Helena reached for a piece of Brie with bread, drizzling olive oil over it and allowed Bette to take small nibbles of it. “With an evil Emperor, and a whole bunch of people who, while they were oppressed, still somehow believed more in the Empire than they did in themselves.”
Bette nodded vigorously. “I like this story. Does it involve artists?” she decided that the storyteller needed a berry and so distracted Helena from her epic tale for a few moments.
“perhaps.” Helena shrugged. The scent of Bette’s perfume tinted her long curly hair, and Helena couldn’t resist burying her nose there for a moment. While she nuzzled Bette’s neck, she continued her story. “But didn’t they all just make giant sculptors of the Emperors themselves?”
“Grrr…” Bette scowled. “Make something up that’s more interesting.”
“Perhaps…” Helena tugged on Bette’s shirt absentmindedly as she compiled a story. “There were artists who resisted the Empire’s incursions onto their lands. They made paintings and carvings to tell the stories of their resistance….”
Loosely basing their story on the resistance of warriors in the British Isles, they co-authored a narrative of a suspiciously familiar looking, dark haired artist, who gathered the poets and painters to go from town to town, spreading some sort of message of vaguely conceived freedom.
They had themselves in stitches before Helena realized what they had done. “Sweetheart…” She cooed. “you’re laughing at yourself…you seldom do that.”
Bette nodded, still snickering. They fell into a contented silence, feeding each other from time to time, sipping their wine, exchanging long, slow kisses. The sun was set fully when they gathered up their blanket and went back to the car.
The air had grown chill, and they held their hands together, noses touching, while they waited for the car to warm up slightly.
“We’ve been working too hard lately.” Helena murmured. The line of worry that creased Bette’s forehead was quickly kissed away. “No matter,” Helena added. “We will just do this more often.”
Bette nodded slightly, then leaned into another kiss, which closed the distance between them even further. Before it could get more heated, she pulled away and shook her head with a grin.
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cute :)
Aren’t olives green or black? maybe you were thinking of a strawberry or something. Of course, they don’t have pits, but everyone can be confused at times. Like, for example, me, who can no longer keep all your fics unconfused, but I just love em all, well except for the decapitating and what have you but no one’s perfect,and a small thing, in a Belena fic. Bette and Helena do rock! Who is Elaine? I told you, can’t keep em..straight…!!! Wouldn’t want to, actually. It’s time for my meds now..
Aw! good for Tina, she should hook up with one of Helena’s old British hook-ups, British hook-ups are the best *wink* … but seriously, I go with the first comment, very cute, and I like how Bette’s this chilled out version of her former self, chilled out enough to wander about the place in just her pants (I’m allowed to use that terminology according to funnyone) although I wonder what she’ll make of it when the two lovebirds finally take their heads out of each other long enough to figure out that Tina’s also getting some nooky!! x
hehe…british hook-ups are best, its true;)
Thank Goddess for this post. I was starting to doubt the English Muffin’s (or is it Bagel?) existence now that the divine RS is MIA on the show. Dense Hells is simply irresistible.
Don’t listen to funny, Bette was not wearing any pants, just her UNDERWEAR!!! and the thin tank top. I did wonder why she was appearing dressed like that when she knew Tina was there. Who cares who Tina hooks up with, as long as she stays out of Bette’s business and relationship with Helena.
Hey squirl..now that’s an idea!! Can I order a tina decapitation and a side of fries? Werewolves and vampires and infected….oh my!
Great…I’m looking for you to write a great romance for Tina!!!! Who is Elaine?? I guess I have to go backwards and check out the story…Like that Bette is comfortable in her panties and singlet…but rather inappropriate for visitors even if it is just the ex…great writing anywayz and I’ll look out for this next time/soon.
Hey there…so glad your gf is there. She writes wonderfully as well. Now I went to catch up on your other stories, my god what a variety…too many for me…and I won’t read the werewolves ones but did see your comment at THE BEACHES:TiBette Redux. Thank u for your comment and I’m pleased that I was able to influence you a little to see that BeTina could work. Have a great time with sofa. Keep writing both of you..and sofa we call ’em: panties, briefs, pants, bikinis, thongs,knickers, underwear,shorts, high-cut…whatever…I’m sure Bette looks great in ’em all…Lol.
Great chapter hb, I loved the picnic, Bette was soooooo cute!!! I’m also glad for tina, Elaine is a nice person… PPS!!!
Where the Hades have you been young lady?
hb and sofa, sittin in a tree…
Sus2K you have resurfaced. I would think you would like to see Tina being decapitated….I think we need another lesson on pants, snickers, garters, stockings, etc US/Canadian vs UK….Great update…. You need to start writing more so we don’t lose tract of your multiple story lines…..
Where are the vampires and the werewolves?… ; )
um …. I kinda thought the point to my comment was that she *was* wearing pants, only pants, since that’s what we call them *my* side of the pond ….
I thought it was knickers!! I’m so confused…
I pretty much love everything about this story and can’t wait for the next installment. But I’m also glad to see Tina being happy for a change, maybe Elaine is the one for her, let’s hope.