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Heart of Glass: Home is Where the In Ground Tub Lies
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Helena stood at the end of Bette’s driveway, wondering what she should do next. She couldn’t drive herself anywhere. So she decided to walk a little while.
“Helena?” Bette called from the porch. She walked carefully down the steps, worrying that she might scare the woman off. Then again, it looked as though she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Dammit, Bette, I’m trying to walk off in a huff!” Helena stopped halfway down the driveway, leaning against Bette’s car in a sudden wave of fatigue.
“I know, I know. But just…forget about it, it’s too late for that…just wait…”
“WHAT?” Helena’s voice as a strange kind of shout. “wait for what? For you, to get over Tina? For the entire earth to cease its rotations around the planet known as Tina and Bette, Bette and Tina, blahblahblah…jesus, it’s all so tiring.”
“That’s not fair!” Bette tried to speak normally, clearly, but her voice gave away a bit of a whine which she did not like. She cleared her throat. “Look, that’s not it. I mean it is, I mean I’m a bit…overwhelmed.”
“It’s classic, you know.” Helena interrupted her. “She kicks you to the curb, and the second you move on—I mean really move on, with Jodi, with whomever—she starts batting her eyelashes at you. Look,” Bette allowed Helena a step closer, but still kept her distance. “We’ve all been through this, and I’m not pissed off because you won’t respond to me…” She held up a hand, stopping Bette again for just a second. “I’m pissed off because…” but she was at a loss.
“You’re pissed off on behalf of lesbians everywhere?” Bette finished with a smirk. Their standoff had moved them side by side, where they leaned against Bette’s car.
“Not really. I’m not really mad at Tina in any way.” Helena sighed. “People are just like that…change their minds, don’t know what they want. They ditch long term relationships—I know I did—on a fucking whim.”
“A whim.” Bette said quietly.
“That’s not what I mean….” Helena added, nudging Bette with her elbow. “You shouldn’t take things so personally in a sense. Tina is just a bit of a mystery. I just don’t think that its fair, that whatever happens between you and I is still so colored by the past. I mean you hated me what, three years ago? Do you still hate me?” she looked worridly to the side, then turned away from Bette, afraid of her answer.
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*still whispering* damn, i screwed up the rating. the NEXT chapter is going to be far too embarassing for me to post in this coffee shop. sorry for the boredom on this one;)
I wasn’t bored at all. I like the pace you are taking with this story. It only means there is more too come and I for one can’t wait. Great update!
Boredom? Are you kidding? There isn’t anything remotely boring about your depiction of Belena interactions, including the nonsexual ones. And there’s more psychological insight in one of your chapters than IC can muster in an entire season. In this story, I’m looking forward to (among other things) Tina’s discovery that Bette and Helena’s connection runs far deeper than her “anomaly in the fabric of the universe” explanation would suggest. In the meantime, bring on the smutheth!
Oops. Spell-check: smuteth. It’s a fabulous new word. I should really learn how to spell it.
If it makes you feel any better you can pretend I’m whispering, too. No, not boring HB. Actually, Helena’s odd and shifting moods remind me of what it was like to be an adolescent (long ago, but I can still remember), although the ‘rents never gifted me with a 5 bedroom house. Frankly HB, I think the bathrooms should outnumber the bedrooms (one for each, plus a couple more public), but I’ll get over it. But seriously, this may really be Helena growning up, despite her advanced age (hah,I should be so young). She’s alread been stripped of the underpinnings that she’d defined her identity by and is in the process of rebuilding it without the glamorous trappings that may have blinded her in the past. And she’s got Bette, which should make it less painful. Liked the licorice. Carry on.
And bring the smuteth, you Jezebel!
It was not boring at all, we get to see that Peggy helped her daughter and that Bette and Helena are seeing one another in a different light. And Al gotta love her, a good freind to Helena. Great chapter Hel
Wot! Boredom?! Pfft, I’m nae bored! Bette and Hels, once again, got a touch of the nearlies… hm, mayhap soon, but what’s all this about things being thrown off then? Whatchoo talkin bout hb? Helena is worried, and a worried Helena means that I am suspicious… Aye, very suspicious. More please… cheers…
I forgot to ask earlier: What’s a ground tub?
sorry for being a silent reader…really enjoying this fic…PPS.
Not bored!! never bored, Bette and Helena rock. What happened to throw them off??? Was it black licorice or red? I say a five bedroom, 3 bath house qualifies as pretty big to me, but what do I know. I vote for an injury free Bette from here on out..and also that Tin as’s name is erased from their collective memory…they need to think about each other, which brings me back to…what happened to throw them off?
funny…I would say a ground tub is a tub….in the ground????
y’all crack me UP. i’m back in the public cafe, laughing like a fool…people are looking at me. i don’t know how they describe those tubs, but you know, the ones that are in the ground kinda like a swimming pool. they’re HUGE. total fantasy item for folks like me. you’re all going to hate me for the next chapter, but…well hopefully not. lol
Are we talking hot tubs here? Those recreational items with heated water, jets and sound systems?