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Too Much Time on My Hands Has a Sequel and Now I Need a Better Title
Helena’s teeth were far too perfect, Bette thought to herself—everything about Helena’s face was ridiculously perfect. She shook her head slightly before asking “Oh yeah? What did she say?”
“She wanted to know how you were, what you were doing, whether I had tried to seduce you yet…”
Bette laughed loud, shaking her head. “Did she have a reason to think that I might have feelings for you, or vice versa?”
Helena crossed her eyes comically. “No! She’s just a big perv! Please, the woman’s been in the Bahamas for a fucking year with her girlfriend, doing nothing but having sex and sending me emails about it.”
“Oh for godsake, leave it to Peggy.” Bette continued to laugh. “What was it like growing up with that eccentric, lovely woman as your mother?”
Helena ran her finger down Bette’s shoulder until it reached Bette’s hand, which Helena brought to her mouth, kissing softly. “It was an odd life, darling. My mother is a nut.”
Bette nodded, smiling. “You should really tell me all about it sometime.” She yawned, emphasizing the fact that she was probably too tired to hear the whole story just yet. “It’s strange…” Her eyes closed of their own accord while she whispered.
“What’s strange?” Helena was not quite so tired. She continued to caress Bette’s face gently while they talked.
“It’s strange, how comfortable I feel with you.” Bette ended her statement with a gentle sigh outward. Helena sat up carefully, taking the sheets they had kicked to the foot of the bed, and covering them both. Bette’s breath lightly caressed her cheek as she lay beside her.
When she awoke, Helena heard Bette in the kitchen talking quietly to her children. She stretched, looking down at her nude form. Sometime during the night, she had kicked the sheets off. They had lain naked and luxuriously stretched out, before reaching for one another. She had a vague memory of feeling Bette’s hands rubbing her all over before they both fell back asleep again. She quickly hopped out of bed, excited with the new day, and threw on the jeans and tank top Bette had dropped on the floor during the previous night. She brushed her teeth and splashed water on her face—Bette had left her a new toothbrush with her name on it. ‘How cute’, she thought to herself. When she looked in the mirror at herself, she laughed out loud. Her cheeks had not had that kind of glow upon them in quite some time.
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I forgot to tip my empty hat at M. Magritte.
Well that was beyond hot. I love the family scenes too (Wilson and his tea party!). Helena’s kids remind me (in spirit at least) of Edina’s eccentric offspring on Ab Fab; luckily for them, Helena’s parenting skills are considerably more evolved than Edina’s. And Tina? I always suspected she’d end up with a tofu farmer. As for the parallel-universe explanation, it’s fiction so why not? Bette and Helena rule in all three dimensions!
okay, i just exhaled…and a few other things…whew…that’s about all i can say…delicious, decadent…umph! you sure don’t leave anything to the imagination…can’t wait for the next installment..,
You know there is a time when words can not be express for a situation and this is that time. If I had to choose between any of your stories as my favorite, I honestly could not or would not. Thanks for taking the time to share it. When I wonder can you top your last one you always seem to come through.Terrific as always!
Ive been reading your stories this past week, and I love your style of writing. I can’t wait to read the next installments.PS. Fuck Tina’s brains, off with her fucking head
Gee…one plant is either one too many or not nearly enough. They keep going like that, neither one should have too many insecurities about the other. But helebette, it occurs to me that you have a real vendetta about Tina’s brains. They were eaten by zombies in “Planet Terror”, you just gave her a lobotomy in “Life Happens” and now in this one she’s dating a farmer who grows tofu(?) on what may be a cult compound, which would require the complete absence of brains. Jesus, what did she ever do to you?
i really, really luv your writing, and of course the pairing of helebette, but my favorites of yours, were the ones where they have the conflicts, but have no choice but to cum together anyway, i think when they are both in full alpha mode, and trying to fight the attraction but to no avail is so damn hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Damn….is it getting hot in here?
Another GREAT belena story o/ it was really hot and funny, I truly enjoyed this and hope you update soon… Thanks!!!