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    The Telling

    "Oh Bette," she moved in front of me and sighed my name.  I shook my head and put out a hand as though to allay her, keep her from me, but she moved in closer, putting her fingers gently against my hair as I cried.  "Bette…don’t…"  I could hear the sorrow in her voice as she smoothed down the curls against my head, her touch as intimate now as it had been when we were together.

    "I do still love you."  Her voice was no more than a whisper, as though she was divulging some secret of such importance that nobody but she and I should hear it.  "I don’t want to, but I do."

    She moved in closer and slipped her arms around me, pressing my head to her shoulder and stroking my hair.  I didn’t dare touch her, not again.   Wrapping herself around me she breathed soothing noises against my ear and attempted to comfort me.  But how could I glean comfort from the one thing I craved and knew that I had lost?  Her touch, her voice, her fingers against my back; it all reminded me too much of how I needed her.

    "Sssh," she pressed her mouth against my temple, her fingers smoothing trails of warmth down my back, her hands leaving spots of heat on my skin even through the tank top I was wearing.  "Come on, Bette," she admonished, although her voice was soft and gentle, "this isn’t like you."  Her lips brushed over my cheek as she sank her fingers into my hair and held my head away from her, peering down to look into my eyes.

    I sniffled loudly and blinked against the salty tears that were still squeezing themselves from my eyes.  "Isn’t it?" I asked with a mirthless laugh.  "I don’t know what I’m like anymore," I shrugged and looked down, away from her gaze that saw me as I really was.  I wanted her to look at me and yet, at the same time, I was ashamed for her to see me.  Her fingers moved against my scalp, tracing their way down my cheeks and onto my shoulders, where they lay, the contact shivering its way through my whole body.

    "You’re going to be okay, you know," she said, as though she held the answers in her simple touch.   "We’ll both be okay."

    Comments

    1. You have a great handle on the way words flow and an excellent vocabulary. The sentences take on a languid quality which reflects Bette’s inertia very well. Perhaps dividing this into chapters would make it easier for those of us with short attention spans.

    2. Does the end mean the end or TBC. That was womderful,well written. Letting us know that Tina still loves Bette,but can’t be with her because of all the hurt. Thanks

    3. This is extraordinary. I loved it the first time I read it and have been longing for a next chapter ever since. Please follow this up with something–ANYTHING!

    4. This was incredible. As I was reading, I kept thinking that this can only end badly, but I couldn’t stop from reading it anyway…one hand periodically hitting the down arrow button on my keyboard, the other clenching the arm of my chair. Thanks!

    5. WoW! The flow was great, the vivid imagery was very well used and the internal thoughts are well written, graciously weaved into the whole story. Articulate and clear language. Very well done. Like JB said, sex can be a lot of things, it can be about power, reconnection, and other things… and yours have been graciously and beautifully written to reflect as reconnecting as well as asking for forgiveness.

    6. This is sooooooo good, Gaymo. And I know the American went back home so you should have plenty of time to write more for us. Put the Bailey’s down and get busy.

    7. holy hootin’ hell! That was AMAZING! you capture their pain and just, wow, just that’s crazy good. I’m floored really, so glad to read some quality BT emotional storytelling. I hope this isn’t the end for this story!!

    8. oh my goodness, you made me cry. you write very visually i can just see bette’s heart breaking… who is on the phone? will you please write a part 2? you’re really doing a wonderful job

    9. I’m never writing again. I swear to god. Anything I could come up with would be like lining up a hand tracing that became a turkey with a New York Times best-seller. :D To say this was incredible would be an insult. I still feel the ache in my chest. Please, for the love of all that is good and holy, please write more. Soon. Now? :P 5 stars!!

    10. Hahah cramit! i was thinking the same thing.. right now i feel like i couldnt write anymore… All i want to do is wait for the next chapter… :D Gaymo please write soon… dont let your Portard family down!

    11. Oh my god!
      How great is that story, it moved me so much with your expression and use of words, ( i even shed a few tears) you are truely a great writter, keep up the good work.xxx

    12. Just wanted to reiterate my desperate need for you to continue this story. The ache while reading this……it’s still unbelievable. Your writing is amazing. Please, please continue this. :)

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