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    What is love? – Chapter 20

    Story written on October 22, 2005 by pancha305.
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    Another opening. Another show. And who shows up at the Bette Porter Gallery?

    As she started to walk toward Tina, she remembered about going to the beach to get answers. And then stopped because it finally hit her why she went there. She looked at Tina and there it was. There was the truth.

    Her heart had finally come into focus.

    Everything was clear. Tina’s delicacy and how she wanted to protect her; the excitement and comfort Tina brought her so that she didn’t want to be with anyone but her. How she was happy if Tina was happy. How she could relax at night hearing Tina breathe and how wonderful she tasted and beautiful she smelled. Bette could have added dozens more, but she didn’t have to. Tina was everything—like the ocean. It wasn’t just ***** although the ocean certainly had sexual power. Why hadn’t she seen it?

    She frowned again because she was also thinking about art at this moment but couldn’t place why she related this to Tina. But it didn’t really matter. She knew what she needed to know.

    The first time they had met in this gallery, Bette had barely noticed her. This time she heard Rachmaninov playing.

    Tina felt Bette’s gaze, turned and began to walk toward her. Shane started to walk with Tina and then stopped when Tina sped up. She knew what was going to happen and didn’t want to intrude.

    Bette stood still, smiling, watching Tina come toward her. As Tina grew closer, she slowed as she saw Bette’s eyes. She stopped several feet from Bette and they just looked at each other.

    “I love you,” said Bette.

    “I believe you,” whispered Tina.

    Then they just walked into each other’s arms and were silent. Tina buried her head against Bette’s neck and Bette buried her face in Tina’s hair. They just stood there and enjoyed the feel of each other, the scent of each other.

    This was the I’m-in-love-with-you embrace. And Bette knew she had never before felt anything like it.

    It had come to Bette in a kind of epiphany, the way this kind of love almost always comes. It’s not about lists, or having people talk to you; it’s always about yourself. It comes when your heart puts everything together, but you don’t even have to think about it. It simply happens. Bette would never understand how it worked, but you almost never do. And it doesn’t matter.

    Tina had known instantly that she was in love with Bette and it had taken Bette months. But it happened to Bette tonight when she saw Tina standing there with Shane.

    “Well, I think it’s time for me to leave,” said Shane, who had walked past Bette and Tina and was now walking backwards from them toward the door. She smiled broadly as she realized that neither had heard her. “You’re welcome,” she said toward the couple who still hadn’t heard her.

    Later Bette would experience the daily joy of being in love and having that love returned. But right now what she felt mostly was relief and gratitude. She knew what she felt and it was what Tina wanted.

    And it was what Tina wanted. Like Bette, she also felt relief and gratitude. The woman she had been in love with for months was in love with herand knew itand said it.

    They pulled back from the embrace, and settled into a gentle and long-lasting kiss which tasted so good. It felt perfect for them to be together now and they didn’t know why, in recent months, they had acted as they did. Tina thought she shouldn’t have left, and Bette wondered why she hadn’t seen it sooner.

    “T,” Bette breathed

    “What, baby?”

    “I love you. I’m in love with you. Everything.”

    Tina looked into Bette’s sincere, and somewhat surprised, eyes.

    “I know.”

    She had known the second that Bette said, ‘I love you,’ that she meant ‘I’m in love with you.’

    “Where’s Shane?” asked Tina, looking around.

    “Shane knows when three’s a crowd,” Bette smiled and pulled Tina close again.

    When Shane left the gallery, she had stopped for a time, looked back and watched them kiss. Some might have called this voyeurism, but Cupid is allowed. .

     

     

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    8. Beautiful. Love a hppy beginning. I like to set on the third base side about 7 rows up. Love the Ballpark Its a beautiful park. thanks for this wonderful chapter

    11. Just perfect. I hope you will also show us, in your lovely way, snippets of B&T experiencing “daily” love and being loved (and I don’t mean sex necessarily. That football chapter was the sweetest thing that I have read recently.) Thanks again.

    13. This opening of the show is giving me flashbacks to the infamous one where they met. The brochures, etc.
      My heart is creeping upwards into my throat. Be still!

      Another opening of another show…

      (Speaking of shows, Where is Flairforthedramatic, BTW? APB, anyone?)

      …now, back to the story…

    20. and so the journey to nirvana begins…

      Yes, posting daily is actually healthy for the heart, its right up there with vitamin C, honest… I checked, so dont forget your and your reader’s daily dosage.

    25. missyang, the background music should be “At Last” by Etta James, the original. If you don’t know the words they are: At last, my love has come along. My lonely days are over and life is like a song.” At last the skys above are blue, etc., etc. I’m so happy they have finally connected. Lovely. Pancha love this chapter. Post soon please. Thanks.

    26. “Tina was everything—like the ocean”…interesting what happens for Bette when she’s not getting in her own way…thoroughly enjoying this journey thanks for the back to back updates

    27. Finally…thank god Bette came to her senses, took her long enough but at least she’s there, thanks, it was beautifully done, i’m really happy and my poor TiBette heart is mending as i type this comment…thank you, B&TF

    30. absolutely nothing wrong with simple. My heart loved it and I am so glad that Bette finally pulled her head out of her ass. No matter the story..they are always meant to be. ; )

    31. “baby…” awwww. melted my heart.

      “dont leave…please.” dont act desparate bette

      her heart had finally come into focus. never thought that it would happen. i thought she might need a brain transplant for a minute.

      “some might have called this voyeurism, but cupid is allowed.” *sniff sniff*

      this was good. i really loved it. the light bulb went on finally for bette. tina knew she couldn’t be with out bette. thanks.

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