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That’s the only extramarital affair, and Tina already knows about it.
IX.
Sometimes ***** Bette is exactly that-*****. Sometimes no words are passed between them because moans and sighs don’t count as words. They both know that sometimes they just can’t say “I love you” because it’s out of place and inappropriate, as much as they both know that it exists.
It isn’t angry, Tina thinks, and it isn’t rough, either; it’s just a slow, quiet ***** before work and a hard, empty one after. It’s like those times where Bette can make her come just by looking at her. Bette says, “I’ve been thinking about ***** you all day,” and Tina has to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
And she can’t tell her she loves her because it just isn’t the time, but that’s okay. Sometimes not saying it reminds Tina of just how much she feels it.
X.
Tina’s first ever crush was the boy who lived down the street, Billy Beckett. She was nine and he was sixteen and when it was summer and the days were hot he’d wash her dad’s car with his shirt off. She used to sit on the front steps and watch him and try to get his attention. It hurt, then, that he wouldn’t give it to her, but she realizes now that she was just a kid.
It still aches, though, when Bette’s been reduced to monosyllabic demands and vague mutterings that she can’t eat now, she’s working. She doesn’t look up from her laptop for hours at a time and Tina thinks of Billy Beckett. There are differences, she knows. She had just been a kid and Billy wasn’t a bad guy because he hadn’t paid her attention.
It wasn’t like they were married and she was pregnant or anything.
Tina knows she should be angry that Bette’s putting her work before her pregnant wife, but it doesn’t change the fact that every so often, Bette looks up and smiles and everything’s okay again.
XI.
There are so many things that Bette wants to say to Kit every time she visits. She wants to pull her aside and just say it, but she can’t bear the idea of someone listening in or Kit telling someone. She hates the way her own mind tortures her; she knows that if she tells Kit, she’ll spend every minute just wondering and wondering what Kit thought of her. It would consume her. She knows this.
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Dare I say this piece, these pieces is/are revolutionary, the stream of consciousness that is Tina and Bette and their relationship. Gorgeous, cerebral and intuitive as is your great talent. I truly look forward to your next offering. By the way I can’t help but opine that not all of B&T has been told…
Beautiful and moving. That’s all I can say.
4, 7, 8, 9, 13, 14, 18, 19, and 22. Enough said.
Oh, wow. Oh, wow. Oh, wow.
Ohsofuckingamazingwow!!! To state that you blow me is so not a command but a sheer lack of appropriate words of praise. To say that you move me doesn’t even do it justice when I just saw the whole Bette-and-Tina thing at the speed of light.
And WOW! is all that I can manage for now.
are you jenny? your writing style reminds me of her – that’s a compliment. You are so complex but, true to emotion in your writing. Absolutelyfuckinamazing! Great stuff!
That was absolutely, positively gorgeous. Thank you for sharing. You’re very talented :)
I wish I could write like this. Your words are so simple yet spellbinding. Loved the pieces where neither one felt complete while sleeping. The bond that you weave through the pieces were strong and so…Bette and Tina. :)
very nicely done! thanks!
that was awesome! thanks!
Your work is stunning. I am completely blown away by your talent. Thank you for sharing.
beautiful.
I’m a little late in the game with your writing, but this was…this was…WOW! I love it. Truly amazing.