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Heart of Glass: Existentialist Poetry
She gave her head a shake. Not tonite, she decided. Tonite she would see Bette.
But of course she delayed the inevitable. Perhaps it was Jodi’s presence that toppled the decision in favor of avoidance. Walking out her front door, on her way to Bette’s, she suddenly imagined running into Bette the other night. Red marks on her neck, tossled hair…no, Helena did not want to walk in on that again. It wasn’t that she was jealous—well, she was—but she just wanted Jodi to be something distant from her.
So in the end, a chipper and rather hungry friend showed up at her door, and Helena lost her resolve to talk to Bette.
“Great things you’re doing in here.” Alice said sarcastically. “Honestly, I thought you were decorating this weekend. What happened?”
“I was busy.” Helena said simply. She handed Alice a glass of red wine, to go with their meal. It would be Spanish and Greek tapas tonite, with plenty of headache inducing Spanish wine to go with. Alice had her Monday off, so they would be able to sleep it all off easily enough.
“Busy doing…?” Alice let the question hang as she wandered into the kitchen.
“Tina.”
Alice stopped. “ummmm…again?” She asked after a few moments.
“Yup.” Helena helped herself to more wine, watching her friend carefully.
“Well…good for you.”
“Yeah?”
“yeah.” Alice shrugged, turning to the brunette. “She was pretty worried about you while you were in jail. And I saw the way she looked at you…calling you beautiful and all. Are you guys hooking up again?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” Helena said at last. “I think it was for old times sake…though, it was fun.” She ate an olive, mulling it all over. “yeah, it’ll happen again. But there’s no pressure. We’re not terribly good in a relationship, together.”
“Tina may or may not be terribly good in any relationship these days.” Alice said with a sigh. “She told me that she wants to fly solo for at least another year…maybe longer…she has shit to figure out.”
“So I’ve heard.” Helena nodded. “But, either way, we’re both free, and we’re both adults…”
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Oh my. Girls gone wild. Weho style.
Hehe … wow! .. ok, so I’m *so* behind on ‘this’ particular challenge, but quite frankly I think I should just quit now whilst I’m behind, I’m never going to be able to compete with this level of hotness!!!
silly silly! you win hands down woman! *pat on the bottom* now get to work darling;)
It’s the belena wunderkind! Um wow! No-one captures the hotness that is Bette and Helena like HB.
I’m with you rufus. I’ve always thought Bette & Helena should have gotten together on the show but I guess I’ll just have to rely on fanfics and my wild fantasies…. I’m not interested in a threesome, Tina is boring and she can’t compete on the level of sexiness of Belena.
OMG Hel that was so freaking hot and in the DEans office, gotta love it!!!
Oh my. *whispering* That was hot! It’s left me giggling like a… schoolgirl. One thing though… Tina wasn’t there to watch. Maybe next time… pps, ta!
dear god woman do i luv your writing!!!!nothing better than hot, hot, hot make up sex, lord knows you really blow us away with your writing of these two, you threw quite a curve ball with the tina angle, but i am luving every second of it!!!!as usual, can’t wait for your next post!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wow, i typically don’t read a lot of Bette/Helena as a “couple” but I have to admit this one was VERY well written and…just whoa. Thanks for the post, I’m waitin’ to see if there is a Bette/Tina/Helena scene…thanks again!
IMO Tina and Helena can’t compete with the off-the-charts hotness that is Belena. The threesome is shaping up to be a barn burner. As for Tina’s vow to fly solo for at least a year, I’ll believe it when I see it.
Accuse you of cheating? God, no. Just stating the obvious about the way your mind works and your works work. But I thought you said Helena was going to be the instructor? (By the way, I’m true to my word-no instructors looking or sounding like Helena at my school.) Squeaky James cracked me up. Has Helena had practice dismissing underlings, even if they aren’t her own? Well, all’s quite on the Weho front. For the moment. And if La T can play her cards right and be nice perhaps a good time can be had by all. Pants or no pants, that is the question. Once one Christmas long ago, my brothers and I took advantage of the trip from the parents home to the grandparents home as an excuse to ride in seperate cars (it was 6 adults at that point, too crowded for even Dad’s large sedan) from the parents and smoke a spliff or two along the way. The excuse one of my brothers jokingly came up with in case we were questioned about the extra time we took was that I had forgotten my underpants. But as they were my brothers, I really had them on the whole time.