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Ligea’s Poet: New Chapters
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“I have to go anyway.” Helena murmured. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
Bette’s afternoon, filled with funding proposals and faculty complaints, seemed to go remarkably fast. She checked the time after what seemed like only an hour, and realized that early evening had already fallen.
At 8pm, she could hear Helena’s heels on the floor outside her office—she could also smell Moroccan chicken.
“Oooooomigod, you are a saint!” Bette twirled her chair around and reached out hungrily for the food. She checked quickly and then looked at the beaming woman. “Did you go home and cook this? You are a goddess.”
Helena laughed, reaching out for a well earned kiss. “Bette Porter, I never would have mistaken you for such a second wave new age…mmmph..” She was silenced by Bette’s lips.
They sat side by side on Bette’s office couch, eating their dinner in comfortable silence. Helena debated the best way to raise the topic foremost on her mind. But she hesitated, not wanting to stress Bette out more than she already was.
“Bette.” She asked carefully. “Are you sure…”
“No, no, no…” Bette waved her fork in the air, shaking her head. “Helena, I know you mean well, but I don’t have time to go on a soul search, hunting for a job that makes my spirit sing…and anyway, part of me likes this all…” But her voice trailed off.
Truth was, Bette had grown tired of the grind, and she did want more. Besides, she wanted to wear better clothes than the ones that a ‘respectable Dean’ wore to work.
She looked down, tugging on the high necked blouse she had worn that day. Helena reached out helpfully, undoing the top button and rearranging the shirt to make it less conservative.
“Thanks.” Bette mumbled. She sighed, looking around her office. Once, being a high powered, up and coming member of the artistic community’s elite, had been her only aspiration. “Are you sure…” She asked, turning to Helena. “that you had nothing to do with my firing from the CAC?”
“Pretty sure.” Helena said dryly. “haven’t we gone over all of that?”
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JauntyBuffMuff must die! Oh wait, been there & done that. Dean Porter needs a change of scenery, she can pick up a new wardrobe along the way. Do keep posting to this one, hb. Thanks for the update.
I don’t know, I kinda liked the top with the wingy cuffs she was wearing walking with Phyllis.I also liked what she wore when she met Tina outside at lunch, when Tina was demanding Bette tell Kit about her own scuzzball nanny, which was none of Tina’s biz anyway. Tina seems to be quite fond of monitoring others’ transgressions…not so much her own, but, I digress. I did NOT like that white jacket with the belt…or any blouse with the bow. I DO LIKE this story..go Bette, go Helena, you guys rock and are soooo hot. Tina? We don’ know no Tina!!!
really enjoyed the dialogue…the interplay between b&h was great…how they are able to read the other…PPS.
It’s nice to see you come back to this story I really missed it. Excellent post by the way.
And another very enjoyable chapter, Helebette. Brava ! Did I mention before how much I liked your writing style ? Well, I do. It’s very… assertive and… mature. Well, I’m probably using all the wrong adjectives here, but it was supposed to be a compliment. Anyway, one thing is for sure : your style is absolutely delectable. Needless to say I also love the wit that emanates from the dialogue in all your stories. This is very inspiring, ya know… Thank you for sharing.
I have a bunch of chapters to catch up on but you write them so well. Very true to their charaters. The relationship is very nuturing.
FINALLY! A Belena story that does’t make Tina out to be a complete witch!
love ur commentary about Bette “the stuffy dean” Porter, but she has bills to pay and a baby to raise so I can’t blame her…i think she should try to explore the things that she truly has a passion for
Thanks for coming back to us with this one, helebette. Kit was passed out on the lawn? Well, you know, I can kind of understand where Melvin was coming from in that case. If Bette wants to wear better clothes she either needs to move to a different show. I don’t even care much about what passes for ‘fashion’, but as I’ve noted before, they sure wear some ugly-ass frocks on the L Word. Like that high neck with bow blouse that Bette wore to see Peggy. Why would you want to dress Bette as a matronly secretary from New Jersey? Or that odd short sleeve with wings jacket she had on while strolling on campus with Phyllis. Oy! Such schmattes! I thought Buffy, Muffy, and Jonty had been taken care of in that other story. Are they a new strain of zombie that just can’t be killed?
Bette needs to drop the granny blouses along her with workaholic ways. Helena is gently nudging her in the right direction. Now it’s up to Bette to trust her instincts and follow her passion.