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    Wanna Date? Chapter 11



    11

    It had been the evening Bette had hoped for after all. They had browsed the stalls at the arts festival, buying trinkets and oddments, laughing, chatting easily. Dinner had been intimate and intense, their eyes had locked so many times, sharing the connection that both acknowledged had never gone away, despite their other lovers.

     

    Now here they were on Tinas doorstep, and neither wanted the evening to end, but were unsure how to verbalize it.

     

    Tonight was so great Tina, Bette said quietly, head bowed, glancing up at her lover.

     

    She couldnt ever imagine how she had allowed herself to look at another woman. Tina had been the only one for her for over seven years, and her Candace-insanity was incomprehensible to her now.

     

    Tina smiled at her, gently, love clear in her eyes. For me too Bette.

     

    The charged silence lengthened, as both waited for the other to take the initiative. Bette uncertain, and no longer the bulldozing control freak that she was shocked to realize she had become. Tina was feeling her new found confidence, suddenly crumbling. She never did have any sort of control of herself when it came to Bette, at least not when it came to choosing the direction of their interactions. Yes, she had been more sure of herself lately, but the old familiar helpless passion that Bette inspired in her was back with a vengeance. However, Tina could see that Bette was waiting for her to decide the direction of the rest of the evening. In or out? Together tonight or alone? Love or loneliness?

     

    She realized what she wanted in a heartbeat. Tina reached out a hand, caressing Bettes cheek. She cupped her face, and leaned in, kissing her oh so gently.

     

    Youre coming in, she ordered.

    Bette could do nothing but grin stupidly.

     

    Door opening, two figures walking slowly, eyes locked as they made their way into the darkened apartment. Tina couldnt wait any longer, she pushed the door closed, and pulled Bette to her, kissing her with increasing passion.

     

    Oh God Bette, youre so beautiful, she gasped between kisses, her ardour growing.

     

    Bette kissed her back, blissfully. It was really happening again. Tina still wanted her, and the way she was kissing her, it looked like a replay of last weeks event was on the cards. Bette thought she could hear music in her heart, a soundtrack to their love. Hmm, what song could encapsulate this? Something ***** and smooth? No, no Barry White, that was just too clichd.

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    Comments

    1. You handled the scene extremely well. Tasteful, hot and very loving and pretty realistic with Tina dropping off to sleep. great story by the way, sure as hell wish IC had bothered to take on even some of this. Really good job – and again, no worries, you seem like you understand how to write about “it…”

    2. Your writing is a gift… please keep sharing it with all us us!
      Love this story so much and would have loved to see IC go down this path on the show.

      Please post again soon and thanks!

    3. Hey there, cogent! I’ve just finished reading all you’ve posted so far. Where do I sign up to join your fan club? ;) I love your nuanced writing style. Thank you so much! I’m eagerly awaiting your next chapter. :)

    4. Maybe Dickens was a stretch…hey, it’s late, and I exaggerate, but that sentence of yours is still a good one.

      And yes, you handled the intimacy well. I think it’s realistic that after all the preceeding emotional intensity, Bette wouldn’t last long. It’s a nice variation on the orgasm theme!
      Thank you for not making their second time a marathon sex-fest. Not that there’s anything inherently wrong with a marathon – just it wouldn’t have been appropriate in this case. Your NC-17 was a gentle experience without the usual sexual high jinx!
      And I agree – stick a fork in Helena, because she’s done. I’m okay with that!
      Thanks!

    5. “…and the feel of Tina in her arms again, her gentle snores drifting up from her adorable mouth reminded Bette of all that she had lost, but wanted to recapture and enjoy once again.”
      That’s almost Dickensian – as though the long-lost hero has returned, back from her misfortunate adventures in penury to her former position of love and acceptance.
      As usual, it’s the hero’s own choices that have caused her estrangement, and there’s a journey of self-discovery before she can return home.

      Great!

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