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Ligeia’s Poet: LA Confidential
“Why not?” Helena scowled.
Bette chuckled, doing up her jeans again before helping Helena with her clothes. “Because we’ll never get anything done.”
Later, they lay together in their bed, fully naked and finally satiated after Helena had taken it upon herself to kiss and lick every inch of Bette’s body, simply because she felt so badly about the red marks beneath her breasts, only to be rewarded with the same, and with a much deserved orgasm. They talked together quietly, Helena’s fingers cool against the fading binding marks on Bette’s chest.
“I never liked the butch/femme thing.” Bette yawned, snuggling closer to Helena.
“I liked it once…in a movie, I mean…it was kinda hot…” Helena caressed her partner’s back, watching as she started to doze off.
“yeah?” Came the quiet question.
Helena nodded. “Bound.”
“They weren’t being role playing with the butch and femme thing,” Bette argued, “at least not in the end. In the end, they decided that they were the same.”
“True.” Helena fell silent as the waves crashed on the beach outside the house. “I liked that movie.”
“I did to.” Bette squirmed sleepily in Helena’s arms, nuzzling against her throat. “It didn’t get good reviews…”
“It was semi-brilliant, that’s why.”
“Explain.” Bette smiled as she asked. She kissed Helena repeatedly, something she often did when she was overtired, until she felt Helena shaking with laughter in her arms.
“It wasn’t a piece of crap. Not like other lesbian films…” Helena joked. Well, it was a half-joke. It was mostly true. “You can’t have a good film with actual lesbians in it, Hollywood freaks out. The press freaks out. Films with our kind are all crap, that way, they’re kept tightly lidded. Our stories can never be told with any accuracy or depth. Or, rarely anyway…”
“Conspiracy theorist.” Bette muttered. She resumed her kissing. Helena knew she was asleep when she stopped finally.
“Tease.” Helena whispered. The sleeping woman in her arms murmured her disagreement. “Sleepy tease…”
Bette resisted all efforts to rouse her, rolling Helena onto her back and laying on her until her heartbeat lulled Helena into sleep as well.
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I had all sorts of emotions going on with this chapter-sad, happy, sexy, yay that they’re keeping the house…more soon??? oh when u can then.
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.
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!
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.
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
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
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
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!!!
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
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!
oh, i liked this alot!! great job…
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
that was one crazy chapter, and i luved every word!!!great, great job as usual!!