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    Lifeline – Chapter 10

    The wrong choice could pick a quarrel or open up a conversation that was best left for private mulling in her beloved’s own head.  She didn’t have to know her wife’s every thought anymore.  If something was bothering T she would get to it when the time was right. 

    It was a relief to be in a place where she felt so secure in their relationship that she could let things be a little bit off without worrying that they were falling apart.  It was a fucking liberating feeling and she rejoiced in it.  They were finally mature.  Jesus, it had taken long enough, she laughed inwardly.

    “I’m merely stating a fact,” she retorted in defense of her breathlessness, and pulled on the lapels of Tina’s robe, bringing her in close to kiss her forehead. 

    “You’re a stunner, Mrs. Porter.”  In private they had the habit of dropping the addition of their maiden names from their combined surname.  It pleased them to claim each other that way.

    Tina’s stomach tightened.  Her emotions seemed so close to the surface.  Perhaps it was the lateness of the hour and the remnants of the wine they had drunk, combined with the rich dinner.  Their anniversary had been utterly amazing.  And then she had started to unwind toward sleep when Bette got charged up again.  Maybe a swim was just what she needed.  She had no reason to be blue.  It was just fatigue and emotion.  She got that way sometimes, she reminded herself.

    “Come on,” Bette said taking her hand and leading her toward the patio doors.  “A swim will do us good.”

    They dropped their robes on the chaise beside the pool and walked together to the steps.  Bette purposely left the patio lights off and turned on the pool light.  She wanted to be able to see Tina in the water. 

    It was warm as they entered.  Warmer than the air outside and they felt a sigh as their bodies submerged, looking to each other briefly as they stepped off the last step together.  The moon was lower in the sky, the stars amazingly bright still.  They gravitated toward each other wading into deeper water, their hands automatically reaching out.  As their stomach’s touched, Bette slipped her arms around Tina’s waist, reveling in the silkiness of her skin, the warmth of her body.  Tina’s arms circled Bette’s neck clasping her own fingers loosely beneath her wife’s long curls.  They smiled then rested their chins on their respective shoulders as though they were dancing.  In the quiet Tina noticed that music was actually playing through the outdoor speakers.

    Comments

    1. You know what makes me happy, Nell? Reading your posts, this lovely story over and over again. =) Thank you for breaking your silence. And thank you for breathing new life into this fictional couple that I’m still so fond of. You have no idea how many people wish on shooting stars to stumble upon or be blessed with the deep, abiding and lava-hot love that your version of TiBette share. *Sigh* I’m looking forward to more trips down memory lane and how Bette will use the items on The List to help bring Tina out of her stupor. Brava, Nell! Cheers! =)

    2. I have been checking frequently for a new post to this touching story. You write this couple and their journey so beautifully. I look forward to more memories of the past and memories yet to be created. Thank you.

    3. Wonderful as always. Love the way you are writing this story. It is a testament to the love they share. We should all be so blessed. Thanks for posting.

    4. Perfection. The dialogue is amazing and the scenes you paint just come to life in my mind. Thank you, I love this Better and Tina and although my poor little Tina is hurt I love the pillar of strength Bette is trying to be for her.

    5. Thanks everyone for your thoughts on the chapter. I decided I’m not waiting until the next post to speak to you when I can do it right here! Curiosity, I’m laughing at your insouciance! Dainty,mm and TK, your words are always thoughtful, insightful, and so encouraging to me. TK, I’m thinking about you. Gumby, I’m so pleased that you like my version of our favorite couple(You know how I feel about your work). M, you’re just not that silent anymore and I for one am happy about that (LOL). Keep poking me, please.didi,az,fav,Amanda,nue,Quer,JDM: Y’all have been with me from the start of this story I think, and always take time to speak up, which is so, SO nice.Ballent and rd, you two are newer but appreciated just as much as the rest of my readers and I hope you will continue to comment! You are all keeping this story going, because without your support and encouragement I’d probably be too lazy to post. Hugs,~Nell

    6. Don’t know how I’ve missed this incredible story, but have just savored all 10 chapters. Love the way you’ve written their relationship and the dialogue is just delicious. As a side note from a southerner, “ya’ll” is frequently used for one person and “all ya’ll” for a group. Thanks for sharing your talent, Nell.

    7. Thank you, Nell! As mightymouse said, finding a post from you is a gift that makes me happy! The love and connection between your Tina and Bette is just beautiful. You always write with such depth and truth. I was especially moved by the way Bette was comforted by her friends whilst feeling separated from them and her determination to be strong when talking to Tina, and by Tina’s meditations on all the ways she was ‘more’ because of her love. Thanks again.

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