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Heart of Glass: Existentialist Poetry
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“Like that…” Tina groaned. “Ohhh…just there…” Helena’s tongue stroked her rhythmically while her fingers pressed inside, bending upward to tug gently against the fullness just beginning there.
Helena raised one hand, keeping the other embedded inside of Tina, and stroked her belly and breasts. Tina came with a long moan, sometime later, interlacing her fingers with those of Helena’s against her left breast. As silly as their breakup had been, Tina would always credit Helena with making her feel absolutely desirable no matter what her circumstances.
Tina wanted to return the favor, but had a hard time negotiating with Helena’s growling tummy.
“mmmm…” Helena looked at the ceiling, thinking it over. “French toast! I’m making breakfast. You just relax.” Helena bounded out of bed, still nude, and padded into the kitchen. Tina lay back with a sigh, listening as pans and pots were moved, as the fridge door opened repeatedly. Soon she smelled the unmistakable aroma of nutmeg and vanilla. When she found her way to the kitchen, Helena had the first batch cooking. Tina busied herself making coffee for them both, making certain to put the proper amount of sugar into Helena’s otherwise black brew.
“So…” Helena, never one to talk about things directly, was trying a different route these days. Usually when she and Tina had something difficult to discuss, Helena avoided it. But she was curious. “Were you ok with what I said last night? About Bette and I?”
“Yeah, pretty funny.” Tina snickered, sipping her coffee.
A pair of angry eyes turned on her then. “Funny?” Helena asked quietly.
“yeah…funny….” Tina drew the word out. “I don’t know, it just made me giggle. You two used to hate one another…it’s not going to go anywhere, is it?” She seemed certain of herself, but what Helena didn’t realize was that she was merely curious—not taunting.
Helena took it another way all together. She felt mocked.
They bickered for a few minutes before Helena would calm down.
“What if something does happen between us?” Helena asked furiously. She was ready to launch her spatula and walk out if the answer included more mockery. The answer she did receive was far too surprising and it deflated her defensive posture immediately.
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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.