Bette looked at the ever growing pile of paperwork on her desk and sighed. She didnt really need any more pressure on her shoulders; she had enough to do with Provocations showing in a week, and the media frenzy it was causing. But no, Franklin had decided that now was the time to make her fill out a load of useless forms.

Groaning, she put her head in her hands and rubbed her temples, trying to stave off the migraine that was looming behind her eyes, waiting to strike.

I just want to go home, she whined in her head. Have a glass of wine, a bar of chocolate, a nice hot bath, then snuggle up with Tina.

Bette! James voice at the door made Bette jump, and her head snapped up. Theres a call for you on line 3. Its important. Bettes shoulders slumped and she reached for the phone half-heartedly. Or, I could tell them youre not here? James offered, seeing her face.

Shaking her head, she took a moment to compose herself, then picked up the phone.

Bette Porter?

~Hello Miss Porter. Its Craig Johnson here, from the LA Times. I was just wondering if you could give me a moment of your time to chat about Provocations, and maybe give an answer to Fae Buckleys article published in todays paper?~

I havent got time for this, Bette said sternly, silently cursing James in her head. If you wanted to know what I think of Fae Buckleys comments, then you should have watched the debate on TV.

~I did watch it. How do you feel about Buckleys comments that God took away your girlfriends baby to punish you?~

Bette gripped the receiver so tight her knuckles turned white, the anger beginning to rise in her throat.

How do you ***** think I feel?! she said incredulously.

~So, would you say you are slightly upset?~

I dont have to listen to this, Bette snarled, slamming down the phone. Fuming, she strode out of her office to James desk just outside.

Why the ***** did you put him through? I told you to ignore calls from the press, she raged, and was about to launch into an angry tirade when the look of utter confusion on James face brought her up short.

The press? He said he was from the graphics company.

Well, he wasnt, Bette snapped, then regretted it. Im sorry, he said some stuff. Got me going, she apologised, her face softening as she sat down heavily opposite James. Justtry and weed out the journalists as best as you can.

Sure. James peered at Bette, his concern written all over his face. Are you ok? You dont look so good.

Im fine, Bette lied.

Yeah, right, James said disbelievingly. There was a pause, before he spoke again. You know, if you suddenly had to go to somewhere, and had to be there for the rest of the day, I could tell Franklin for you.

Bette smiled at James conspiratorially. She would love the afternoon off, she could ring Tina, get her to meet her at home That was it. She was convinced.

Oh no! she cried in mock panic, standing up. I forgot I had a meeting with the caterers that will last for hours and hours! And I cant be disturbed, so Ill have to turn my cell off.

James laughed. Have fun! he called as Bette went back into her office, already dialling Tinas phone.

~Hey baby.~

Hey yourself, Bette replied, throwing some files into her briefcase. Where are you?

~Im at The Planet with Alice and Dana. Why?~

Can you meet me at home in Bette glanced at her watch. half an hour?

~Uhyeah, sure. Are you ok? Has something happened at work?~

The worry was evident in Tinas voice – she knew it had to be something bad if Bette was coming home early.

Kinda. Look, Ill explain later. Please, just say youll be there

~Course I will. Ill see you in a bit.~

Bette hung up and, shrugging on her jacket, left the office much quicker than she had ever done.

Back at The Planet, Tina frowned as she heard the dial tone.

Huh?

Whats wrong? Dana asked, in between bites of her sandwich. Is Bette ok?

I dont know. Tina looked round the table, her unease apparent. Shes coming home early.

Maybe shes been abducted by aliens? Alice suggested, carefully licking the jam out of her Danish pastry.

Or had a personality transplant? Dana proposed.

Guys, this could be serious, Tina said distractedly, her mind already running through all the worst case scenarios. IllumIll see you some time.

She was about to leave, when Alice put a hand on her arm. Call me if you need anything, she said softly, and Tina nodded, placing her own hand over Alices.

I will, she told her, smiling at her friend. Lets justhope I dont.

Go on, Dana instructed, waving her away with her hand. Go tend to the needs of your schizophrenic wife.

Tina waved as she left the caf, wishing shed brought her car so she could get home quicker. At least the weather is ok she thought, trying to distract herself from worrying about Bette. It was to no avail, however, and as she walked quickly home her imagination ran wild.

Even with her power walking Bette still beat her home, and as Tina made her way up to the front porch her apprehension grew. What if theres something really wrong?

Bette? she called as she came through the door. Where are you?

She walked round the corner into the living room, and was immediately pulled into a tight embrace that knocked the wind out of her. It took her a few moments for her to overcome her surprise and hug Bette back.

Hey, whats wrong? she asked anxiously.

Bette didnt answer straight away, only pulled Tina impossibly closer and pressed her face into her neck.

Baby?

I love you, Bette whispered eventually, and Tina felt tears on her neck. I love you so much.

I know, Tina whispered back, gently lifting Bettes chin and making eye contact. Whats brought this on?

Bette shrugged, her gaze not moving from Tinas face. So beautiful

I dont want to tell you right now, she murmured, running her fingers down Tinas cheek. II need

She faltered, looking down at the floor nervously.

Need what?

After a long pause, Bette looked up again, and Tina was shocked at the desperation in her eyes.

I need you to make love to me.

Tinas heart melted, and she pulled Bette into another tight hug. Anytime, she breathed, stroking her hair. Cmon.

She pulled away and took Bettes hand, leading her to their bedroom. Standing in front of their bed, she pushed Bettes jacket off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Kissing all the newly exposed flesh, she reached down and pulled the hem of Bettes camisole up and over her head.

Bending her neck she placed small, open-mouthed kisses down Bettes collar bone to her *****, encapsulated in black lace. She ran her tongue along the top of the bra, making Bettes breath hitch. Reaching round, she undid the clasp and let the bra fall forward, her mouth latching onto a hard nipple.

Oh God Bette moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. She felt fingers drift down her stomach to undo her fly, followed by a trail of kisses as Tina fell to her knees to draw her trousers over her hips and down her legs. Pretty soon her panties had joined her trousers on the floor, and Bette stood naked in front of Tinas admiring gaze.

Youre looking very good for forty, Tina teased as she stood up. Those sessions with Harrison must be paying off.

Shut up, Bette smiled slightly, grabbing hold of Tina and pulling her down onto the bed. Just because youre a sprightly thirty-two year old, doesnt mean you can laugh at us oldies.

Tina laughed and, straddling Bette, swiftly removed her jacket and shirt. Bettes smile faded as she took in the sight of her lover above her, bra-less and chest flushed with arousal.

You are so gorgeous, she whispered, almost reverently. Sitting up she helped Tina remove her trousers and underwear, then lay back down, relishing the feel of the hair between Tinas legs tickling her thighs.

They stared at each other a moment longer, then Tina bent down and, placing her arms either side of Bettes head, brought her lips to Bettes in a passionate kiss. Bette parted her lips, allowing Tinas tongue to twine with her own and explore the softness of her mouth.

Tina let her hands wander, leaving goose bumps in her wake as they slowly skimmed over Bettes sides and up to her *****. Gently, she massaged them, loving how they filled her palms perfectly. Shivers ran up and down Bettes spine as one hand began to travel downwards, tracing random patterns on her stomach as it moved further and further towards their goal.

Tina sighed with pleasure as her fingers ran through the patch of soft curls and slipped into the wetness she found there. She stroked Bette from back to front, just skipping her *****, making Bette groan in frustration.

Please she managed to say, pushing Tinas shoulders to go lower as she kissed her way down between her ***** and down her stomach. As she got to Bettes bikini line, Tina stopped and looked up at her lover.

Tell me what you want, she commanded huskily, stilling her hand.

Baby Bette grimaced, writhing around in a futile attempt to get Tina to go where she most needed her.

Tell me.

Bette grunted, then gave in. I want you, she moaned. I want you to lick me

No sooner had she made her breathless request, Tina bent her head and, spreading Bette apart with her fingers, placed her tongue flat against her *****.

Ohhhh One of Bettes hands tangled in Tinas hair, keeping her still, while the other grabbed frantically at the bed sheets as her back arched. Tina grinned to herself and started the rhythm guaranteed to send Bette into spasms of delight.

As Bette neared closer and closer to climax, Tina slid into Bette, feeling her muscles contract strongly round her finger. Bettes back arched again, her toes curling as if trying to touch her heels.

The sensations were almost too much; all she could feel, all she could comprehend, was the burning fire starting between her legs and spreading throughout her entire body. She felt Tina begin to rub her g-spot, and as she bit down gently on her *****, Bettes world exploded into a million colours.

When she eventually floated back down to Earth, Tina was lying on her side, one hand propping up her head as she gazed at her with love and adoration.

Hey, she said quietly, caressing Bettes cheek lightly. You back in the land of the living?

Yeah, Bette smiled, wrapping her arms round Tinas waist and burying her head in the blonde hair falling over her shoulder. That hasnt happened in a while.

So, are you gonna tell me why you bunked off work to have *****? Tina asked with a grin after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

Do I have to? Bette whined petulantly.

Baby, look at me. Bette lifted her head and looked into those clear blue eyes that held nothing but concern. You can tell me anything.

I know I can, Bette admitted, looking away. But Im scared.

Come here, Tina whispered, and Bette snuggled further into Tina, inhaling her comforting scent. Take your time.

I got a phone call today, Bette began, stumbling over her words. From some guy at The LA Times. Wanted to talk to me about Fae Buckley. Hehe asked if I was upset over what she said at the end. About losing the baby.

Tina could tell Bette was on the verge of tears, so she rubbed Bettes back soothingly, encouraging her to carry on.

And I justI just needed to forget, for a moment, this last month. Because, I feel like Im going mad. It all just goes round and round in my head all the time. Now Bette had got started, the words came a lot easier. I was trying to be strong for you Tina, because I could see how much you were hurting, and I wanted nothing more than to ease your pain. But insideits like Im pushing, fighting against everything all the time. All I want to do is let it all out She took a big, shuddering breath. but I dont know how.

I cant tell you how to do that, Tina said softly. Youve got to grieve the right way for you. Whatever feels right.

Bette looked up into that beautiful face and suddenly felt everything bubble up to the surface. She was about to break down – a feeling she was not used to, and one which she wasnt sure she liked. Complete and utter loss of control.

Will you catch me? she asked in a pleading whisper.

Always






Id just like to say thank you to everyone who gave such positive feedback on my other stories – Ive never written anything before so you guys gave me confidence to keep going!

I cant comment on other peoples writing because, for some reason, every time I click on the Leave Comment link the pop-up window doesnt load, so Im gonna do it here

To prozacprincess: I love your How Tina Must Have Felt series – good, light hearted fun is what we need, and having it in the first person adds an interesting twist. Ive just read Chapter 24 – Id been hoping youd get to Chapter 100 before the finale!

To mariebrandt: You cant end your Longing series there! Keep going!

To aaTnB: I especially liked your Stage… series, and the Starting Back At One series is great too – apart from the ending! I cant believe they broke up, after all that! Hope your week from ***** wasnt too bad; mine was last week, so I sympathise :(

To Karebare: Letters to Bette actually made me cry! It was very well written and Tinas pain leaped out the computer screen at me. I had to go make myself a cup of hot chocolate to cheer myself up (Damn, there goes the diet!).

To wildtouch and Katey471: Keep going with the stories of how Bette and Tina got together – youre doing an excellent job at keeping us entertained until January (or whenever they eventually show The L Word in England on terrestrial *sniffle*)

And finally, to lizard: Thanks for using a controversial idea in Seven Year Itch. Unfortunately, there are so many in our community who dont know ***** ***** even has risks, or how to protect themselves, and I hope your story has encouraged people to find out more about protection. Also, it is an excellent story, and Im hoping therell be a new chapter soonand I agree with your response to stupids. What is too much *****?!