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Snowstorm
“Now look, those boots are a work of art…” Before she knew what she was doing, Bette found herself taking a tissue from her purse and swiping at the black leather boots. Her face was hot when she pulled away. “Ummm…”
Helena laughed, not unkindly, and patted Bette’s arm. “Thank you. I think you saved them. No matter, I’ll change at my flat…” she ignored Bette’s snort at the casual description of her five bedroom penthouse. “Then I’ll have my driver pick you up for the reception, if you like?”
“That would be amazing.” Bette sighed happily, sinking back against the leather seats.
They rode in silence for a block, before realizing that a city block should not have taken as long as it did.
“Traffic is sort of awful…” Helena muttered by way of apology.
Bette’s laugh was sharp and relieved. She stretched out against the back of the seat, shaking her head incredulously. “You’re funding…”
“Yes, yes, darling, it is a coincidence, but if you’re implying something…” Helena floundered, remembering a time when every move she made seemed suspect, as though she were somehow stalking Bette Porter. Well that was years ago, Helena sighed.
Brown eyes were almost playful as they met Helena’s. Bette looked anything but annoyed. When she spoke, the teasing in her voice was evident. “I was merely commenting that there are an awful lot of these coincidences where you’re concerned, Helena.”
Suddenly regaining her confidence, Bette let her eyes trail across the high cheekbones, full lips and green eyes offset by raven curls of the woman whose looks she had often admired in secret over the years. But more than that, more than any of it, Bette had seen a different side to Helena since her mother’s funeral. She was probably the kindest person Bette knew, and if she needed anything, it was kindness in the people around her. Still, she fought the urge to say more, to ramble on about it, even to wrap her arms around Helena in a display of sympathy.
They had had one conversation the day of the funeral. No one could find Helena, and oddly enough, few people wanted to. Bette asked Tina if she thought Helena was holding up ok, and Tina waved it off with a statement about ‘English reserve’. And so Bette had realized that a line was drawn that day, between the women who had lost their mothers and the women who had not. It wasn’t anyone’s fault that the line was there, it just was … there.
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(40 votes, average: 3.70 out of 5)
Holy shit!! That’s just about the hottest thing I have read on this site in a long…..time. Can you do it again??
Wow…just wow JKS. I wish it had been Tina she was with but it was still definitely hot!
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.
That was amazing. I love belena stories. Please continue.
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 :)
I loved it…been awhile…and this is great to come home to
FUCK!!!!! THAT WAS HOT!!!! I so hope the both of you do it again!!!! PLEASE!!!! Thanks
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
“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.
O damn *thud*That was *thud* worthy and more. Hotness much?
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.
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)
Ah, my first fanfic read in a LONNNNNG time. Totally worth the wait. Loved it. And yes, I love the word “cunt” ;)
This is incredible!! My god, I think I actually ship Belena… Excellently written!
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…..
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;-)
Um….girls? Holy mother of NC17’s that was a smoker! You MUST collaborate more often. Now I must hit the shower!!! Thanks HeleSofa.
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!
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!!!
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….
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??????????
loved it, loved it, loved it, would luv more of it!!!!!!!!!
wow…that’s all I can say…oh and LOVED IT!!!!!
Brava!