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    The Devil Wears A Red Bra

     

    “I figured I’d catch you here.” The sound of an English voice came from behind her, but not just any English voice—the Devil’s voice.

     

    Bette turned around, slowly, as her eyes met with the steel blue ones of the monster that she had grown to hate in all of a day.

     

    “Are you ready to watch me drink my pain away?  Do you have your bag of popcorn?  Your movie snacks?” Bette asked in the most sarcastic of tones.  It was in a voice that could kill the person that it was directed at—but Helena was immune to such gestures, she was used to them, “Or are you here to throw more salt in the wound?”

     

    “As lovely as that sounds, I was here to apologize for my behavior.”

     

    Bette smiled, mockingly, “That was good.  You need a little work though.  I knew that apology was fucking phony.”

     

    She sat beside her and ordered, “If you’d like to know why I’m here, I just wanted to have a conversation with you, without my children.”

     

    “Will it change your decision?”

     

    “Probably not.”

     

    Bette nodded, “I figured as much.”

     

    Helena whipped her hair around as she unhooked her buttons on her jacket.  Her smell was both intoxicating and revolting to Bette.  The mixed signals ran over her entire body.  Her mind told her that this woman was the scum of the earth.  Her nipples begged her to reach over and grab Helena’s hand and bring it to them.  She looked away.

     

    “Bette?”

     

    “Yes, Lucifer?”

     

    Helena chuckled lightly as the woman’s eyes returned to hers.  She noticed earlier that day how striking her features were in the bright sunlight, but even here, in the darkest club Helena had ever been in, her attributes still made Bette more attractive than any work of art Helena’s mother had owned.

     

    She wouldn’t tell her that, at least not in such romanticized ways.  There were motives, like there always were with Helena, behind her denying Bette that grant and there were even deeper motives that made her call the owner of this bar to see if Bette had shown up there.

     

    “Has anyone ever told you that you are incredibly sexy?”

    Comments

    1. I agree 100% with Zheese – it so should have happened this way. Helena could have flown out to LA to attempt to woo Bette. It would have created such an interesting parallel for her then to concede her loss of Bette while she pursued Tina. Wow! I so hope you continue this story…it just left me yearning for more.

    2. Yes yes yes, thumbs UP, hopes UP that it will continue..and that Helena and Bette continue too. No Helena and Tina! Tina was never good enough for Bette so she needs to go away and let Belena rule.

    3. I like this story so much that I decide to leave a comment to express my appreciation. In my opinion, this story could not only be a great one-off but an outstanding overture. I will be more than willing to read more update. Thanks for sharing, falling for devil is always entertaining.

    4. I love this because I always had this thought in my head as well….maybe if Bette would have seduced Helena not only would she have gotten that grant but she probably would own the CAC by now….we all know the way to Helena’s heart is to fuck her correctly.:)

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