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    Snowstorm

    “OH my God …! Stop! Please!”

    Helena relented and pulled away, grinning. She let Bette’s feet fall to the floor and gently removed her hand, sucking each of the fingers into her mouth as Bette watched on, aroused still but needing to rest.

    Before she got the chance to satisfy either, Helena jumped up and straddled her belly, pinning her back onto the bed as she stared intently into Bette’s eyes, her arms either side of her head.

    “Are you thinking about Tina?”

    Bette frowned, “No … don’t be ridiculous, no … no!”

    “Alright,” Helena smiled and sat up again, seemingly satisfied by the answer. She let her hands play delicately with the soft curves of Bette’s breasts, ignoring the frazzled woman’s groans and whimpers of retreat. Eventually Helena tired and they lay side by side on the bed, fingers laced together with a kind of newfound reverie and romance. The curtains were edged open a touch, and through the gap Helena turned her head and watched the snowflakes falling against the glass. The sky outside a powdery grey and bright night, no doubt the streets would still be filled with people making their way home in the snow. She hesitantly wondered how long it would last, eager to both stay and know how long before their little tryst would end.

    “Don’t think about that …” Bette muttered, sensing the younger woman’s thoughts. She wrapped her arm around Helena’s neck and pulled her in to lie against her body, Helena’s soft breath tickling her neck and collarbone.

    Some hours later the sound of a siren in the street woke Helena, and she got up to look, seeing flashing lights out on the corner of the park and an ambulance parked as people milled around. She crawled back to bed and dragged Bette in under the covers, shutting her eyes against the other woman’s chest as Bette’s leg draped naturally around her. In the morning the concierge who brought breakfast said a woman had gone in to labour whilst out walking in the snow and that was what caused all the commotion. Bette shrugged and tore into her bagel, understanding that after several mind-blowing orgasms she had slept through it all.

    Helena sat across from her in her underpants with a sheet draped precariously across her chest. It was how she had answered the door for room service.

    “I pictured you wearing the robe.” Bette quipped, “but this is just as good.”

    Helena smirked and picked up a piece of peach, sucking it seductively into her mouth. “Did you look outside?” she asked. “It seems like were grounded.”

    Bette nodded, unable to take her eyes off the way Helena’s breasts were barely visible through the sheet. “Uh huh …”

    “Still there are worse ways to be grounded I suppose,” Helena continued, watching Bette stare at her boobs. “Than in New York at the Ritz with a half-naked woman in your hotel room?”

    Bette’s eyes shot up, “Huh?”

    Helena licked her fingers from the peach and pushed the breakfast trolled away with her foot, casting it then into Bette’s lap. “Mmmn … you taste delicious,” She added, of the fragrance still lingering on her fingers.

    Bette blushed and pulled her close. “Snow or no snow,” she mumbled, “I’d have made something up to keep you here.”

    Helena grinned. “Well you wouldn’t have had to try very hard.”
     

     

     

    Comments

    1. Gee, JKS, judging from the comments this sounds sizzling. Pity I have to get up early and spend the ENTIRE day (and into the evening) at a review course. Read you tomorrow.

    2. Sorry I went to bed early and missed this one last night when it was posted! My response is (excuse my language): Holy f*cking shit! That was really really really really really good! Heheh…Lovedit!!! Don’t quite understand some comments above…referring to JKS…it’s making me think I’m in the twilight zone! Couch, could you twist hb’s arm some more? I’ll pay ya…I’ll pay ya good! hee hee :)

    3. goodness gracious me. That was all a bit sultry for these northern climes, but heck, I’ll take whatever heat I can get. That was quite the treat, sofa + hb. You two must continue doing these… thanks

    4. “Helena sat across from her in her underpants” Good for Helena and her underpants! When in Rome, eh? I know this is fiction, because after schlepping all that nasty, schmutzy slush into the back of the limo, somehow the floor is nice and clean. I think they’d both have to admit that the car ride and the hotel room were better than some exhibit. Ah yeah, big snowstorms in NYC, leaving days of snow mountains (in deepening shades of gray) and slush lakes at every intersection for days to come. Beautiful.

    5. Well,well,well look what we have here. Girls I am scared of you.Not only did you take these two to another level. But you do know that you must do this again. You just can’t leave it like this. You have them doing things to each other,that needs to be express more. You know? Those things.

    6. Well I think you might have started some fires with this one ladies… hehe… so yeah this is that thing you were talking about… ummmm… yeah like… WOW… yeah… its kinda like this and like that… oh by the by was the movie called “Naissance des pieuvres”… Wow… that was like freaking awesome… and well yeah… fires need to be put out before you start setting any more… hmmmmm… love ya both… and well we shall talk to you both real soon… Justin (did you finish writing this in the car… LOL)

    7. Love your B& H smutfests, love your smutfests!! You guys rock! They are so hot and so loving and so hot and so gorgeously beautiful, and did I say hot? Speaking of hot, do they not have heat in the limo or in the hotel room? Oh how I would like to be rich and just saunter up to my room at the Ritz with a beautiful woman. I could live with that! Here are my 2 cents, I don’t like the “c” word either and hb I am one of those who don’t have, anymore also. How are you doing sweetie? Sofa, you are English, what is a bin lorry? Necking in regard to tea and not kissing???A LOYAL fan…..

    8. Yeah . what toby4ever said. However it is always a pleasure to read your collaboration. I bet there is a perfectly good reason why there is a p hause between writing and posting hehe;-)

    9. Wow, I have to say I always secretly thought while Tina was with Henry that Helena and Bette could make a good, loving sincere [with hot sex] couple. But i will also voice my fear, that something crazy like that [Tina cheating with Sam] is something that could happen in Season Six.. and that would be devastating. It was however, really hot, really believable for the two of their characters.. and i would like to see more!

    10. What a nice way to wake up. At first in the limo I thought, “Oh my!”. Then in the hotel room hottedness(Is that a word?) I thought “OH MY”. Then the poetry quoting as she…well, you know…I thought “OH MY FUCKING GOD”….OH MY, OH MY, OH MY…I am inspired again….in more ways that one.. ;-)…Whew!!!

    11. BTW….”Cunt” very interesting word. I had lenghty debated once with LOBO. It is such a strong word, evoking such strong emotions….Jury is still out for me. I like it as an option, kind of dirty, kind of crude, yet mentally I can’t use it yet. Does that make sense…..And another thing… Did I say “OH MY!”? That colaboration was fucking hawt….

    12. Oh good Lord! That was too friggin hot!! Those two are just insanely sexy with all of that alpha-ness, that confidence, that British accent, those seriously sumptuous bodies… Damn! I need a cold shower! Trust, you won’t hear any complaints if you two get together and write more one-offs with these two beautiful, brilliant, brunettes. God, I love brunettes! Another one, please??????????

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