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American Werewolves in London: Part 5
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“I’m tying you up. You’re the one that’s dangerous, remember?” Helena tangled her hands in Bette’s hair, pulling her down for a rough kiss, before flipping her on her back and nearly falling off the touch herself. They got up, laughing and kissing, tearing off clothes as they made their way to the bedroom. “This is unethical.” Helena smirked against Bette’s mouth, as they fell onto the bed.
“Unethical.” Bette agreed. Hands roaming freely, legs tangled, they kissed and murmured, laughing when a ticklish spot was discovered. Bette pulled away, her face serious all of a sudden. She looked down, her eyes intent on Helena’s. “You’re so beautiful.” She whispered. “So…you’re so sweet, and kind…I promise…”
“Shhhh…don’t make promises.” Helena said fearfully. Her fingertips pressed Bette’s lips and she drew her down for another kiss.
“But I do…I do promise…” Bette whimpered as Helena turned her onto her back again, pressing her thigh between Bette’s legs. She looked helplessly into the intensity of the storm within Helena’s eyes as long fingers eased their way into her. Bette reached down, her hand trapped between Helena’s hipbone and her own thigh, before she could find the source of wetness slick on her own skin.
Helena groaned as Bette’s fingertips circled her hardening clit. She added another finger, slapping the palm of her hand lightly as she thrust slowly inside Bette. “Open your thighs..wider…” She whispered breathlessly, kissing the other woman’s neck as they moved together.
Hours later, Bette held Helena in her arms, stroking her back as she dozed. She was exhausted in the best kind of way. Her muscles ached and she was damp with sweat and stickiness. Sometime around sundown, when they tried to get something from the kitchen to eat, and Helena had bent her over the kitchen table, fucking her into oblivion, Bette had screamed her undying love—much to the other woman’s amusement.
“We just met.” Helena had murmured against her back, kissing and licking the sweat that beaded on her skin. “How can you know that?”
“I just do.” Bette’s chest heaved against the table, her hands helplessly splayed against the wood. Helena had not replied—but Bette knew from the way she touched her, that she would in time.
Bette snickered now, as a cold nose nuzzled her neck. Helena shivered slightly in her sleep, pressing even closer, her leg moving to cover Bette’s thighs. Just as Bette moved to adjust the blanket covering them, she heard something that chilled her blood.
A light rapping sounded at the window.
And a pair of red eyes looked in on them.
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Hello helebette, I just wanted to drop a line… this story is absolutely brilliant. I am loving it so much… long live Bette and Helena (if only)… thank you so much for your kind words and oh yeah… YOU ROCK. Sincerely, JC
Hey Hel so happy to read this new chapter and thought is was awesome. Loved how you had the banter between them and then how Helena just let herself go and love Bette and Bette professing her love to her. Now who eyes are they????
“the world’s most annoying voice” Yeah, that’s our Jenny. But I have to admit she’s pretty damn articulate even lacking a jaw. Trouble is: she doesn’t really have much to say and Bette really doesn’t want to hear it. I fear that annoying Jenny might just be right for once. I’m glad that Bette didn’t start growing curly hair all over her body (at least that she can remember), I like it growing just where it does, but if starts maybe she can get a poodle style trim. How threatening could she be then?
Even though Jenny is a Debbie Downer with her constant droning on at Bette to kill herself, I’d still miss her if she were to crumble into nothingness one of these days. I’ve been pondering the hairy wolf problem. Perhaps instead of a horrific metamorphosis into Michael Jackson, Bette could contract a rare hair loss disease that counteracts the standard werewolf excessive hair growth. Of course, the disease couldn’t be Alopecia because that usually leads to complete body hair loss. I would hate for Bette to lose her lustrous curls.
lmao…rufus and funnyone are solving the hair issue. that’s great. hiiiilarious
helebette, don’t DO it! I don’t know if my Bette is vampirized or werewolfized..I guess Tina bit her after all…or did she…I WANNNA KNOOOOOW…but she should not do the poodle trim, no matter what funny says, I mean, how many self respecting werewolves would show their faces wearing tufts with little bows? Zeeeero, thats how many. I like rufus’ idea…alopecia is the way to go with a clause that her head hair has to stay.I will prepare that injection as we speak. WHEN is jenny going to crumble into a pile of non annoying,non speaking, non throwing body partS DUST?
Jenny is fabulous! Can we have Shane as Zombie, undead hunter, vampire slayer or something, I think she needs to be in this tale somehow….
That was incredible…but ominous (ominous=helebette…i see that now). I’m assuming that’s vampire Tina out side…it has to be, right? PPS
Holy moley you have quite the imagination!