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    Snowstorm

    “Not Dean Porter on this visit.” Bette replied, “I’m just here for a few days helping a friend to set up a show, bit of a last minute decision.”

    It was the details she didn’t give that made Helena wonder. “So are you going to buy them?”

    “What?”

    “The Ugg boots?”

    Bette chuckled, setting the boot in her hand back down again, “Oh … no … I don’t think so.”

    They paid for their respective purchases and set off out into the street, each similarly scouring the snow covered roads for a cab.

    “The weather’s getting worse,” Bette grumbled, “why aren’t there any cabs?”

    “It’s always like this when it snows,” Helena replied, eyeing the traffic at a standstill. “I could call my driver?”

    Bette accepted the offer and nodded, “Should we grab a coffee in the mean time?”

    Helena grinned, “Sure.”

    They ran around the corner to Rockefeller Plaza, seeking shelter from the brewing snowstorm inside the luxurious café. Bette ordered a steaming double espresso and necked it in two steady gulps as Helena watched on and sipped her tea, wondering what made Bette so nervous.

    “Pellegrino?” Bette requested, as the waiter swept her espresso cup away. “Fuck, it’s really coming down out there.”

    Helena nodded. Since their arrival in the bar another couple of centimetres seemed to have fallen. The streets outside were clearing as people made their way underground, desperate to get home before the worst of it settled.

    “So how are things back home?” Helena asked, taking it as an opportunity to catch up.

    Bette squeezed the wedge of lime into her water and glanced up, wishing that she could just avoid answering all together.

    “Bette?” Helena suddenly became concerned, “Bette … what’s going on?”

    Bette stared at her napkin in silence. “Nothing … it’s just Tina and I, we’re um … we’re having some problems.”

    Helena tried for a smile, realising how out of it she was. “What happened?”

    Bette shrugged, wondering where to start. Since they’d last seen Helena for Peggy’s funeral back in the summer a whole heap of changes had happened. Alice and Tasha split up, Shane and Jenny got together, the former resulting in Alice occupying Bette’s sofa for a while whilst the later meant no one set eyes on Shane for several weeks, and Tina had been fired, which set off a whole other chain of events.

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    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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