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Till We Meet Again | A Bette-Tina Beginning Chapter 8

She stood under the shower with her hands on the wall, head beaten down by the warm water bearing down on her. She was deep in thought and did not even notice when the water turned cool, and then chilly. She was in shock to say the least.

Bette had never thought that she would find Alice in the arms of another, let alone a man. I thought Alice got her ‘bisexuality’ out of her system a long time ago, in college. I guess not, she thought bitterly to herself.

Still, what did she see in him? True, he was nice and friendly, but isn’t that a euphemism for BORING? To top that off, he was married. And to Tina—the one person Bette felt some responsibility towards. How was Tina feeling at this moment?

Bette shook her head. She could not afford to jump to conclusions without talking to Alice. Maybe all they witnessed was a friendly hug between friends. But why hadn’t Alice mentioned that she and Eric were friends or were meeting? Bette realized how far apart they had grown—they could barely keep tabs on each others friends.

Maybe it was his success; and her failure. Maybe Alice no longer desired her. Why would she? Bette had only made her life difficult since the accident.

She punched the wall in frustration, immediately recoiling as a sharp jolting pain went up her hand.

Images of Alice and Eric hugging and laughing together, close and intimate played over and over in her head. Was she jealous or merely angry that Alice had found an ‘out’ before her? She didn’t know.

“Damnit!”

She turned against the wall, and sunk down to the floor, feeling lost, confused and out of control.

Tina walked as fast as she could as far as her aching feet in heels would allow her. Her body was cold and numb, the wintery air and snow beating at her, but her cheeks were more flushed from her fury and embarrassment than anything else.

God, what must Bette be thinking? Fuck Bette, what is Eric thinking? Is he cheating on her? The hug between Alice and Eric, the laughter and closeness of their bodies as they joked seemed like that of lovers. There could be no other explanation, could there? She would have known Alice if she was merely a friend, right?

She thought back to the day that she fell asleep on Eric as he initiated sex. Maybe that was it – maybe Tina did not satisfy Eric in bed and was often unwilling to make love. Maybe that was why he was cheating on her. But she had to give him the benefit of doubt, right?

Before she knew it, she had walked from one end at Washington Square, ignored the luxurious shopping stops along the way, and ended up at Central Park. She sighed and wearily sat down on a bench, wincing at the pain now shooting up her sore ankle.

She looked around, almost expecting Bette to jump out from behind some bushes as she somehow always managed to do. She smiled at the thought.

“Wait, why am I smiling thinking about Bette of all people?” Her smile was replaced by a frown almost immediately.

Hot coffee seemed like a good idea in hindsight. Even with Bette.

Alice and Kit were in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

“Thanks for coming on such short notice.”

“Are you kidding? I would do anything to be around my nutty sister and her wife 24-7.”

Alice laughed out loud. “You don’t really mean that? Why not check into the mental asylum instead? I bet the crazy people in there are more sane than your sister.”

“You’ve changed a lot in the past three years.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way. You were more laid-back and relaxed before my sister decided to jump in front of a car. Looking back, you seem more serious, ambitious and driven now. Ain’t nothing wrong with that. I am just wondering how much of this has to do with my baby sis.”

“You are right, I have changed. Circumstances change people. Sometimes for the better, right? Before that day, Bette and I were both very social, happy, outgoing and had loads of fun together. Now I have grown up since post-college daays, our relationship is older, I have more responsibilities…”

“You need to talk to Bette. Tell her to get her shit together.”

“I have tried Kit. Believe me. I have done everything to be there for her all this time. I know my work keeps me busy and takes me away at times, but I am only working this hard so I can provide for us, so Bette doesn’t need to feel bad about anything.”

“But she does Alice. We know that underneath that tough exterior is a sensitive, insecure person. Maybe she resents your success and feels inadequate due to her own failures.”

Alice sighed. “That is what scares me the most. I need to tell you something but you must promise to keep it to yourself for now.”

Kit did not want to betray her sister but if it meant getting more insight into what Alice was going through, it could help her fix their relationship up.

“Sure, I will, as long as you don’t plan on hiding whatever it is from my sister permanently.”

“I promise, it is not. Actually, it is a rather small deal. I have been offered a job promotion—to head Diva offices in London…It is such a tempting offer, and I don’t know how to tell Bette without making her feel bad or inadequate. I don’t even know if she would be willing to pack up and move half-way across the world with me. I don’t know what to do. I feel guilty and this is eating me alive.”

Bette approached the kitchen quietly and caught the last bit of what Alice had said. Her lungs constricted and she could have sworn that her heart was running a 50 mile marathon.

She heard her sister exclaim, “Alice, you have got to tell her! You cannot continue to keep this to yourself and lead her on, pretending that nothing has changed or is changing.”

“I know, I know…I just, I don’t want to lose her. I don’t want to know what this would do to us. Heck, I should just stop…” She sniffled. Alice was tearing up inside. “I love her so much Kit,” she whispered almost inaudibly.

“I hate to say this, but you would lose her if you continue on this path,” Kit said with more finality than she meant.

Before Alice could react, Bette stepped into sight and quietly stated, “She has already lost me. Maybe forever.”

Alice whirled around, her mouth gaping open. How much and what had Bette heard? Her eyes pleading and voice wavering, “Bette…I need you to listen to me…”

Bette was in no mood to listen. She stepped closer to Alice and continued with more determination than she felt. “How could you Alice? How could you do this to me? To us? Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

Alice was aghast. “Bette…I haven’t done anything…”

Kit interjected. “now listen here baby sis. This is no way to talk to Alice. She was going to…”

Bette held up her hand, “Kit, please, leave us alone for now. I would like to speak to my wife privately.” It was obvious from the strength and anger emanating in those beautiful brown orbs that Bette meant business.

She waited for Kit to grab her things and leave, ignoring her sister completely, her eyes not leaving that of Alice who fidgeted around the kitchen nervously.

“Would you like dinner…” she began to say only to be cut off by Bette.

“How long Alice? How long has this been going on? Just tell me, please. Spare the gory details. And when were you going to tell me, when you became pregnant with his baby? Were you going to come home and say ‘Surprise honey?’ If you haven’t figured it out yet, it doesn’t work that way Al!”

Alice did not know whether to lose her temper or feel relief at this point. It was becoming obvious however that Bette and her were talking about two different things.

“WHAT THE FUCK are you talking about Bette?!”

“Oh, you use the word but pretend you don’t know what it means. Smart Alice. Please don’t make me say this,” Bette sat down at the table feeling drained and miserable.

“You know what, we have MAJOR, and I mean bigger than Ursala Major, communication issues. If you don’t tell me what is going on in that over-active and creative head of yours, how am I supposed to figure it out? And how am I supposed to be pregnant when I haven’t slept with a man in almost a decade?” Alice threw up her hands in frustration, brushing the hair away from her face.

Bette filed away this piece of information. “Were you going to sleep with him?”

“WHO?!” Alice for the life of her, could not even imagine where Bette got these crazy ideas.

“Eric.” Bette whispered, shutting her eyes tightly, trying to stop the images that kept clouding her rational thinking.

“WHAT?!”

Am I in some sort of alternative universe and is that a pod in Bette’s body pretending to be Bette? Alice stood thinking in a daze.

“I saw you today…on Fifth avenue…with him. What happened to your taste Alice?” Bette said, only half-joking.

Alice stood still staring at Bette before walking closer to her. “Wait, you think that I am having an affair with Eric?”

“Are you not?” Bette glanced at Alice, hopeful for the first time since she saw her wife in the arms of another man.

“No…Bette…how could you think that…We were just meeting to discuss an assignment that he wanted me to cover…” Alice was torn between giving Bette all the details and feeling like she did not need to justify her actions to Bette. After all, she had done nothing wrong.

“So…the flowers?”

“I got them for Tina along with a get well soon card…You do remember that he has a wife, who was in hospital with a bad ankle due to MY WIFE right?”

“Fuck…!” Bette felt ashamed about jumping to conclusions. Her eyes downcast, she pretended to study her nails.

“Crap, I suspected Alice for an affair and acted like a possessed and jealous maniac barraging her with questions. Porter, it is time to check yourself in a mental asylum. Alice has better taste than to fall for that dud Eric.”

Alice stood there studying Bette with an amused expression in my face. Wait a minute, was Bette jealous? Because she was hugging a guy? She pieced together the facts. Bette saw her hugging Eric, thought they were having an affair and questioned her like she cared…Bette cared…That’s all Alice cared about for now. She felt like climbing up the Empire State Building and ballet dancing.

“Erm…what is for dinner?” Bette finally found her voice and broke into Alice’s thoughts.

Alice crept upto Bette, climbing onto her lap and straddling her. She cupped her chin and lifted her head, making Bette look into her eyes. “Elizabeth Porter, I cannot believe that you are jealous.” She leaned into Bette, taking in the scent of her shampooed damp curls and her edible skin after the shower. Alice had some very damp curls of her own in another part of her anatomy.

“No I am not jealous,” Bette protested as she found her head buried between two hardened nipples, evidence of her wife’s arousal.

“But you were jealous,” Alice nipped her neck, putting her hands below Bette’s robe to expose her shoulders, continuing to place small heated kisses on her shoulders.

Bette groaned. “Maybe,” she admitted breathlessly, trying to focus on the issues at hand and ignore the assault on her neck and shoulders that were close to driving her wild.

Alice moved her hands lower to cup Bette’s breasts, tweaking the hardened nipples with her thumb and forefinger. She untied the robe, lowered her head to take a nipple into her mouth, scraping it lightly with her teeth.

Bette moaned with need. A splinter of heat ran from her breasts down to her loins. She still felt lost and confused. They should talk through their problems, not jump into bed together. Her body was betraying her mind. Oh shit, Alice was untying her robe.

“Al…wait a minute…” she began trying to grab hold of Alice’s hands now shamelessly traveling down her abs and around her hips while Alice continued to suckle her nipple.

“Shhh…I have been waiting too long for this…Not anymore. Shutup and kiss me Bette,” Alice commanded before pressing her lips to Bette, kissing her hard.

Oh what the hell. Bette complied. They could talk later. Right now, she would claim her wife and make sure that Al never even thought about cheating on her with anyone, let alone a man.

Her tongue plunged into her mouth, thrusting and tangling in a primeval ritual of stroke and retreat. Alice moaned deeply grinding against Bette’s thighs as she found herself getting lost in the searing hot kiss. Bette swiftly unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra, moving down to unzip her pants, almost tearing it off Alice, moving it down as much as she could.

She plucked and tugged at the hardened nipples now driving Alice wild with desire. Bette ran her tongue up Alice’s cleavage to her neck, nipping and biting along the way. Alice moaned and arched her back, allowing Bette more access, tangling her fingers into her hair. Without warning, Bette plunged her tongue into her wife’s ear, moving in and out, mimicking the sex to come sooner than later in no uncertain terms.

“Tell me what you want.” Bette commanded huskily, now sucking and leaving small love bites on Alice’s neck and shoulders, tugging and plucking her nipples hard.

Alice was incapable of thinking and writhing with need for Bette.

“I…I want you…” she managed to stammer, grinding her dripping wet center against Bette.

“What part of me?” Bette teased her affectionately. “Do you want this?” She reached down to move aside her wife’s thong, and flicked her clit, grinning when she heard a sharp intake of breathe.

“Or…do you want this?” Bette slid a finger inside Alice, withdrawing just as quickly as Alice moaned in desire and protest. “You have to tell me Ms. Piezcecki.”

Alice had had enough. She took Bette’s hand and directed it inside her, “Take me now, please!” she gritted through her teeth, rapidly losing control.

Without warning, Bette tightened her hold on Alice, her hands around her ass, lifting her up and slamming her on the table. She tore her thong, and lowered her body onto Alice, and plunged two fingers inside hard and fast, allowing her thumb to dance and flick across her clit.

Hot pleasure rocketed through Alice. Bette’s mouth on her breasts, the steady strum of her thumb on her clit and her long fingers thrusting hard and deep was enough to send a pounding throb throughout Alice’s body, driving her out of her mind, and it was not long before she came.

Alice could barely make out Bette calling her name. It sounded so far away.

“Alice!” Bette shook her out of her daydream.

“Huh?” Alice looked at her dazed and shocked, her face flushed and her breathing labored. She was still in the kitchen and Bette had limped across to prevent the kitchen from burning down, literally. She slowly regained her bearings and sniffed the telltale sign of burned food, groaning.

“Are you alright? You look a bit flushed. I am so sorry. I should never have doubted you. Please forgive me.”

Alice found herself engulfed in Bette’s strong arms. She swallowed the lump in her throat, trying to calm her libido down. God, this woman drove her crazy, but in good ways too.

“It’s alright Bette…We just need to sort some things out.”

“You are right. Let me start by ordering us some dinner,” she grinned moving away but not before Alice managed to swat her arm playfully.

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