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Planet Terror: The One With Bette’s Birthday
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“Happy birthday sweetheart.” She whispered in Bette’s ear.
Caiohme was to enjoy a day of being passed around between her aunties. Bette and Helena hung out with her for awhile after breakfast, before sneaking away.
“Bye bye, be a good girl.” Bette said, purely out of habit.
“She’s always good.” Shane replied for Caiohme. The little girl smiled up at her, waving both hands at her mommies. Shane waved the two handed wave with her.
“Cute…” Bette snickered, walking quickly with Helena. “Auntie Shane is really taking to her new role.”
“And encouraging our daughter to be a badass..which is amusing.” Helena reached out for Bette’s hand, her other arm laden with bags of presents. “That shirt Shane made for her—I’ve not seen a sleeveless shirt with an anarchist symbol on such a small person before.”
While Helena talked, distracted Bette with her banter, she slowly brought something out from under her shirt.
“You stole a pair of restraints!” Bette shouted, laughing. “The evil doctor is gonna miss those for sure.”
“Shhhhh….here, put these under your shirt…” They fumbled and laughed, as Helena slid the leather straps down into Bette’s pockets.
“Between these…and what I think Alice got us…” Bette began to flush bright red. “Maybe…maybe we should spend all of today, in our room…” She looked disappointed when Helena shook her head.
“I’ve got a better idea.” Helena murmured, pushing Bette up against the wall. “I’ve got someplace else, someplace nice and quiet…” She kissed Bette’s neck, before cupping the back of her head and thrusting her tongue between the stunned woman’s lips. They pushed and pulled at one another, fumbling with their clothes, grasping everywhere they could to pull as close together as they could possibly get.
Bette drew her mouth away, gasping. “Take me there…now…” She said breathlessly. “We can’t have too much fun in this hallway.”
Helena smiled sweetly, then turned away. They took out Alice’s now unwrapped birthday present.
“She saved us one. How kind of her.” Helena dangled the double ended toy in front of Bette’s face.
Bette pulled the restraints out of her pocket, looking from them, to the toy, and back again. When she saw the look of pure lust on Helena’s face, her eyes widened.
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Aw, bionic birthday Bette is so cute! On to the next chap… ace, hb!
Such an eclectic birthday stash. Why are Brits (at least Helena and the ones I know) so obsessed with Canadian maple syrup? It’s a good thing Bette was able to set aside memories of horrible birthdays past and test-drive those restraints.
By the way, I’m sure that Catholicism hasn’t cornered the market on sadism in the name of religion. Is it my imagination or is most of it aimed at women, both east and west?
As always, it’s so cute when you blush, but I assume it’s more for the skinny-dipping than the sex. Hey, it’s Bette’s birthday and she can settle for a quicky if she wants. It’s not like there isn’t more where that came from. Maple syrup IS a mighty good thing, but that damn diabetes gets in the way of my indulging like Helena. She must have a hollow leg. Oh wait, she DOES have a hollow leg! Here’s hoping Bette’s vision is more than wishful thinking.