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Life Happens: Ghosts of London
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“Let’s book the tickets tomorrow, for New York. After I come back from talking to Eileen.” Bette nodded at Helena’s words. “Maybe the children are online!” Helena burst out loudly. “What time is it?”
“Ooof!” Bette groaned and moved aside as Helena jumped up. She came back disappointed. It was only 1am. Even if the children were awake, they would be in no mood to crawl onto their computer to talk to their distraught mother.
“Dumb dumb…” Helena was beating herself up. Bette smiled softly at the sight before her. Helena’s hair was loose and flowed over her tank top. She wore only underwear otherwise, and she looked enticing despite her sad demeanor. Bette took a deep breath, standing and moving to her.
“We’re wearing matching outfits.” She murmured, kissing Helena’s lips softly. “And I don’t know about you, but I’m not nearly warm enough in mine.” She took Helena’s hand and led her back to the bedroom.
When she tried to lift Helena’s tank top from her, Helena pointed out the contradiction to her actions. “I thought you said it was chilly.” She smirked at the wave of desire that moved across Bette’s eyes.
“Blankets…” Bette smiled broadly as she knelt at Helena’s feet. Helena gasped as Bette’s lips pressed against her belly. She ran her fingers through silky dark hair, watching as Bette lowered her briefs, kissing exposed warm skin.
Bette sat Helena at the edge of the bed, moving to kiss her mouth as she lifted her thighs to wrap long legs around her waist. Tongues and lips dueled lightly. Helena laughed as she teased Bette, refusing the depth she was demanding. Bette smirked as she undid Helena’s control by rotating her hips, so that the fabric of her briefs created light friction against Helena’s exposed center.
“These…off…now!” Helena tried in vain to release Bette of the burden of her clothes.
“Ah ah ah…” Bette shook her head, reaching for Helena’s shirt instead, still moving her hips, firmly now. Helena’s hands ran up and down Bette’s rib cage and waist, before grasping her hips and pulling her roughly in. Bette’s lips captured Helena’s as they wrestled with their clothes. Helena burst into laughter, withdrawing her mouth for a moment before pressing herself backward and moving away from Bette completely.
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The ’69 Firebird recalls ski lift 69 on the show (a criminally unfulfilled anvil). In any event, your B and H don’t need car-hood sex to bring the heat, and they’re definitely more than “one story of many”!
I’m really enjoying this story!! I’m loving every moment of it. I can’t wait to see what happens when the two ladies return to the U.S. PPS!!!
Hmn, and I was so sure I had commented on this one. *frowns at self* … I’ll miss their London adventures when life takes them off to NYC, but I guess B has to break up with Jodi, right? … you are so obsessed with German beer, or was it Polish, or Ukrainian *winks* … either way obsessed! Oh yeah, and the sex wasn’t bad either, y’know, it’s not like it make my dreary miserable holiday destination seem a lot warmer, or anything .. :-D
you must be older than me then. heh
Yeah, I hate when I spill German beer down the front of my shit. It’s the only kind to drink when you’re taking a crap. Well, helebette, that was sexy and funny and tender. Very nice. And while I was born in Detroit precisely because of the automotive industry (poor, sorry, stumbling American automotive industry-see what happens when you get all arrogant and entrenched?), I have reached an age where I have no desire to have sex on or in a car, no matter the level of muscularity.
I expect that’s so. And now that I’m driving Japanese, I’m even less interested in cramped spaces. There was a time when back seats were expansive. But even in my youth I appreciated the comfort of a good mattress. Must be the comfort loving Taurus in me, not the Taurus I might be in.
And almost forgot, that sex on a car is a very American thing but not just for the boys, I’ve had that fantasy about a select few once or twice myself. PPS.
HAPPY Dance Time – HelBette is Back!!!Is it wrong that I want bette and Helena tojust stay in this little loft and block the rest of the world out forever? They are too cute together and even though the question was nevr really answered about them being exclusive I think the two are pretty committed to one another. So Helena has dealt w/ Elaine and Bette doesn’t think Tina is an issue so now Hels just needs to stop bringing her up. And Helbette, I don’t know how these two can walk w/ all the smokin hot sex they are having (LOL). Keep up the great writing and I can’t wait to read the next chapter.
Thanks for this chapter, I can’t wait to see how this story progresses… I agree with bettefortina they should stay in London!! Bette could break up with Jodi over email, phone or txt heheh