Bette’s completely undressed body stood in front of Helena as she sat on the edge of the bed.  Helena brought Bette’s body to her, pressing her lips firmly against Bette’s pelvis.  Her skin could be so sweet; that she was sure she was going to be diabetic soon.  All the built up anger had manifested itself in a sexual desire that only Bette could quench.

“You said things today.” Bette managed to squeak out.

“I did.  And I meant every last one of them.” Her lips moved against Bette’s body as she spoke.  She took a moment to look up at Bette, “I don’t care if she’s your mother or not.  I’m not going to let her hurt you.”

She brought Bette closer, forcing her to straddle her waist.  Helena ran her hands slowly down Bette’s thighs, while working her lips over her collarbone.

“But, what if I want her in my life?”

Helena pulled away.

“Then I support you.”  Helena’s hands are now rough against body, pulling her closer, and her lips are pressed firmly against Bette’s chest, “But do not think for a second that I will hesitate to tell her how I really feel about her.  I will not hesitate, for a moment, to show her the meaner, angrier side of me if she hurts you.”

Helena’s words turned Bette on; she’d never been defended so vehemently before, especially not be someone who was not related to her.  Instead of concentrating on her own problems—like what to do next in her relationship with her mother and how to mend a strenuous relationship that never even had a chance in the beginning between her mother, her sister, and Peggy—, Bette chose to concentrate on Helena’s lips working her and fingers moving to the warmer, wetter part of her body.

Moving in and out of her body, every stroke took Bette a step further away from the stresses of the day and a step closer in the direction the type of orgasm that only Helena could give her.  Shortly, her mind was no longer on the events of the day, but more on what was going on between her legs.  Eventually, her mind shut off and her body took its place as her only motivator and guide.  As Bette hips moved in the sync with Helena fingers, Helena pulled her closer and brought her down further on to her fingers.