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What now? Chapter 9: Night time
“Someone’s got strong feelings about this” Alice chuckled once again and removed the kettle from the hot plate. “I’m not going to argue with you about Meryl, okay? I just said some people don’t like the movie. Drink your tea.” She ordered and put Helena’s cup down on the table. She did not feel it was a good idea to give it directly to the intoxicated heiress, since she was sure Helena did not keep cups from IKEA. She did not want to be responsible for a 500 $ ancient teacup breaking into a million pieces. “And don’t drop it, okay?”
“Fools.” Helena shook her head in disbelief, carefully guiding the cup to her mouth, taking a sip of the hot tea. “Bloody *****!” She cursed a moment later; putting the cup down so quickly it spilled a little. Alice broke into laughter at the other woman’s reaction.
“I didn’t mean drink it right away! It just boiled, Hel!” Alice laughed hard and wiped her eyes with the palm of her hand. “You’re so ***** whacked when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk any longer. The pain sobered me up. I’ve got a blister on my tongue now. Look!” Helena whined and showed Alice her scalded tongue and then went to the get some cold water on it.
“Yeah, you’re right. You’re completely sober.” Alice said briskly, still smiling at Helena’s complete foolishness. When Helena returned to the table, still a little uneasy on her legs Alice took in the whole of the British woman in. For the first time she really studied her. That was a thing she did not do very often, she took a mental picture of Helena and analysed what she saw. She was surprised to see that despite the psychological state of her, Helena looked as well groomed as ever. The clothes and makeup was close to perfect. Probably waterproof, Alice thought. The dark hair was a little messy, sure, but it was not a bad thing. It was only the eyes that gave it away a little, swollen from tears and a bit misty from the alcohol. Alice also noticed that the heiress eyes was not as pale as they used to be, instead they were almost dark. It was like a shadow had fallen over the other woman’s gaze. “Helena” Alice began, because the reality of it all just hit her again. “Helena, what are you going to do? About the kids?” The dark woman’s eyes fixed on the blonde, and now there were no mist that clouded her sight. Helena drew a deep breath and answered.
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(45 votes, average: 3.47 out of 5)
Luved it!..Dunno why but I see future romance 4 these 2..cuz Alice – she doesn’t seem 2 be able 2 handle Dana..anywho I luv what your doing, keep writing please & I’ll keep reading..Post sOOn..thnx
It’s a shame this fic hasn’t been continued. I was really enjoying it. Another one by the wayside. Why is it that everytime there’s a “good” Alice/Helena fic, it’s always stopped in the middle or even before. They’re a really good ship. You were doing a great job. Won’t you please continue with the story? Thanks.
oeh not only does she love abba, Miss Vaya knows her Opera =) yeey.. 2 weeks? you sure? behaga! (?)
great job, two weeks, Guess I’ll have to wait. First Drieser, but then again she does have two stories going. And now you. What is it about Alice/Helena writers. At least sulky is posting every week. Great chapter. Deb