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Someone to Watch over Me – 7
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Things went on fairly normally from there, though Bette felt their first lunch after ‘the incident,’ as she came to call it, was a little strained. However, they soon fell back into their easy banter and comfortable silences, stolen glances and not so accidental touches, each being slowly, secretly, driven to insanity by their shared desire.
Tina, in a battle to overcome her attraction to and feelings for Bette, was slowly being driven mad.
When she parted with Bette, she’d return to her office and recall every moment that Bette stood too close
to her, every breathtakingly infuriating touch, every smile that graced her with its presence, sending her
mind to fantasies of a future of waking up next to Bette everyday, yet knowing it was impossible. She
could smell Bette on her clothes, and it followed her around all day, a constant haunting of something she
could never obtain, an ‘almost’ as close as one has ever come. Increasingly as she sat at home nights,
she found herself sitting and staring at nothing as she absentmindedly stroked Yankee as he dozed
beside her.
They weren’t coherent thoughts or planned visions. Images plagued her of things she never imagined she wanted, never knew she had an inkling of desire for. She shockingly saw a house in the suburbs where she had only seen her apartment before, children where a dog had always sufficed. Routine where spontaneity had reigned. These had been the images at first. They gave way to soccer games and parent-teacher conferences, movies watched from the couch amidst a mess of toys, intimate moments interrupted by inquisitive kids or a dog wanting to be let out, rushing to dance classes, birthday treats for the class, presents for teachers, seeing her babies graduate from high school, seeing them off to college, holding Bette as she cried, distracting her from her empty nest syndrome, retirement trips, holding Bette’s hand as they wrinkled and freckled their way into old age, but, through it all, loving only Bette until the day they died.
Tina had never in her life planned more than two years ahead, not when it came to choosing colleges or careers or even where she’d be living. To see the next fifty years or so of her life laid out, however much it dwelled in fantasy, was extremely disconcerting. But, mostly, and most surprisingly of all, she found it comforting.
Bette’s thoughts followed similar paths with small variations. The only real shock for her, though, was the supplanting of Tina for the tall, athletically built and handsome boy-next-door type she had always imagined for herself. The hours she spent daydreaming now included sharing clothes and mixed-up wash. A house decorated in an uncompromised feminine style. She saw cuddling on the couch as she always had, only now it was Tina’s slender but strong arms that held her and her perfume that enveloped them. There were two pairs of heels kicked off at the door at the end of the day. She saw Tina’s books mixed with hers on the shelves, heard Tina’s smooth music when she came home to find Tina already cooking dinner. It was Tina who held her as she wept for children now grown, and it was Tina who helped her up out of chairs when joints stopped working.
Sooner or later, one of them would have to give in to their fear and run away completely, or for just a moment risk everything to gain everything. Luckily, it all came sooner.
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” I apologize, but we’re getting there, I swear, and the next one’s much longer, too.” No need to apologize! We like it. We like you. We’ll keep reading! ;-)
Short or long….you just keep posting and we will be here to read your wonderful story. So glad sooner is getting here rather than later, but I hope one of them takes the risk to gain everything. Thanks NY, try and stay warm.
Woman, have you been yanking thoughts from my mind or something? Well except for two pairs of heels at the door. Me + heels = lolworthy. Aching joints for sure, shoot that happens now! lol
not soon enough…get them talking LOL
Beautiful foresight into their forever :) can’t wait for everything else in between.
I agree with Nanc but please hurry and post. Dont keep us waiting too long ;P
I love it…so in-love, so afraid to broach the subject…lol…bring it on NY…and thank you 4 reading and appreciating my stories…sorry i’m not too prolific right now…blame it on THE HEAT!!!! it’s killing me and my mind!!! lmao
Thanks for the fast post. Ok so who is gonna crack first?Luv it pps
really nice! looking forward to more :)
Slow burns are the best. Thank you
This is so good!
Looking forward to reading more of your story. Keep up the good work and please post soon.
Looking forward to reading more of your story. Keep up the good work and please post soon.
Truly amazing what you manage to do with mere words – pictures of forever. Give them a little push, though hard enough for them to realize the potential and please post again soon
Bring it on!! Great story!
If they’re going to be driven to insanity, it’s nice that they’re both taking the sweetly scenic route. Here’s hoping, though, that the madness is coming to an end. Nice post, I’m eager for the next. Cheers!
Love the story. Please continue.
Nice… *heavy sigh*… Okay, enough with virtuality… let’s make it a reality! ;)
WE so appreciate you staying up late to give us another update.Still addicted. Love how they’re both having the same thoughts, now lets see if you can merge them together. I’m positive you will. Aching joints, too bad it comes sooner than you think, and thankfully I have someone to help me up every once in a while.