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    Ligeia’s Poet: LA Confidential

     

    “You’re…not…wearing…” Bette gasped and wiggled in her seat. She was sooooo tired and besides, Helena was going out.  This wasn’t fair, this level of enticement just wasn’t fair.

     

    “No fair.” Bette whispered.

     

    “What’s not fair darling?” Helena smirked and deposited herself in the chair beside Bette. “Do you like my attempt at drag or do you not? I know its still a little girly, but why not? Why does drag have to be one extreme or another? Why can’t I dress like one of those beautiful rockers, from the glam era?”

     

    “you need some sparkly makeup.” Bette suggested helpfully.  Her hand found its way to Helena’s thigh again, stroking up and down until it found what she was looking for.

     

    “Darling…” Helena’s tone was warning. “I do have to leave in about an hour…”

     

    “An hour is plenty….” Bette leaned in for a kiss as she spoke the words. She pouted as Helena teased her, enjoying the way that Bette allowed herself to be a bit less in control, her voice a bit high, her eyelashes actually briefly fluttering in Helena’s direction.  The slight attempts at role playing were arousing because they were so subtle.

     

    “plenty for what?” Helena growled.

     

    Bette faltered.  Her hands helplessly squeezed Helena’s thighs. Her chin lifted as Helena’s mouth descended on her neck, kissing wetly. Her voice squeaked in the funniest way when Helena’s tongue traced a line from the base of her neck, up to her ear lobe, before capturing it and sucking lightly.

     

    “Tell me.” Helena added. “What is it that you want?” Her words were swallowed in Bette’s lips.  She leaned back further as Bette straddled her lap. It was Helena’s turn to whimper when Bette mimicked her movement with her tongue.

     

    They kissed breathlessly, grinding against one another, hands gripping every bit of clothing in an effort to take something off.  Helena was refusing to allow Bette the upper hand, or to take off her clothes, and Bette was helpless—and turned on by the feeling of it in itself—to even know where she wanted this to go, or how she wanted things to get to where they were going. She pulled away, whimpering again as Helena pushed her onto the table.

    Comments

    1. I admit to a twinge of disappointment at being deprived of Crazy Jenny in drag, but Helena and Bette’s outfits more than compensated, as did their intriguing reflections on “Bound” and OMFG alleyway sex (among other things). The reference to the wedding-dress scene makes me wistful. A Season 3 Belena moment (like ski-lift togetherness) that led precisely nowhere. Le sigh.

    2. Loved this, loved this, loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooved this!!!! It was so..real! Real emotions, fears, real love, funny, sad, real. I would love to see Bette high…maybe sometime you can write of Bette and Helena getting high together and dreaming those dreams. Did I tell you I LOVED this chap????? THANX hb!

    3. Can one have real fun while pretend moshing to faux punk? Especially when you could have real punk? Thanks for throwing in Bound, maybe not a great movie, but a pretty good one in many ways and darkly funny. Certainly light years better than that recent and rather sorry thing with the teacher and the schoolgirl, Anabelle. How liberating to have the same old punishment meated out at the end. Anyway, as usual you take us many places and show us many things not normally associated with sexy humor.

    4. I have reread this now that I’m awake. Very smooth reading HB, really loved it. I missed the alley thing. Oh those girls are so naughty. *blush* Please post soon on this story. Great bringing up that wedding dress thing. They looked so hot together that scene even if Bette had a snarl. Did you ever notice the name of the store, Angelique. Totally cool

    5. she may have had a snarl but she wasn’t snarling when her eyes were glued to helena’s for two seconds too long…they did it on purpose, now we’ve set up our ship, and they don’t have to give us what we want. c’est television’s trickery since the onset of the internet. pfftfaux punk has its good moments i think…lol

    6. Surprisingly (or not), I quite liked these two in drag. I like the idea of a bracelet instead of a ring even more. More soonish, even though there’s getting to be a queue of things. Matters not, I want them all. ;) cheers, hb

    7. Captain here….Great update. I think you abandoned that standing sex think too soon, you know Bette up against wall legs around Helena..OK enough…I wonder about toys with them..I think that might be too much for Squirl to bear…Whew!!!

    8. Some may call me weird but you made me laugh out loud with the “blahbiddyblahbiddyblah” heheh… it’s great that Peggy is trying to help… I can’t wait for helena’s reaction to the bracelet… I loved it!!!! this story is awesome and really well written!!! PPS

    9. The encounter on the table started my wheels turning but the alley and the brickwall absolutely put me over the top. I love the way you allow the characters to follow their impulses with abandonment. I am patiently waiting for Bette to give her the bracelet…great story!

    10. Hello HB, well you know that this is one of my favs, just love this story. You really layer all of your stories with an intricacy and intelligence that is unparalleled. You subtly show how human fears and emotions never stay on the surface, they are expressed in what and how we interact. The intimacy that you portray shows desire, lust and love coursing through it. I love the idea of a bracelet being exchanged, it signifies a defiance towards a custom that doesn’t willingly accept you, but also allows one to complete the intimate connection that we all desire within our lives, it bonds two souls together. Sincerely, JC

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