The L Word
The L Word. Bette/Helena. Power.
The power of love.
Helena Peabody watched her companion with interest, her blue-brown eyes focused on the woman’s back. She brushed her brown hair from her eyes and moved to catch Bette’s arm. “Hey…” Her voice held a gentle power and the woman stopped.
Bette Porter fell silent, her brown hair falling into brown eyes. She was shaking a little and sighed as Helena’s hand moved down her arm, gentle fingers stroking over her wrist. “Are you always so gentle?”
“Only with you.” Helena replied softly, gently drawing Bette towards a seat.
The power of love.
Helena Peabody watched her companion with interest, her blue-brown eyes focused on the woman’s back. She brushed her brown hair from her eyes and moved to catch Bette’s arm. “Hey…” Her voice held a gentle power and the woman stopped.
Bette Porter fell silent, her brown hair falling into brown eyes. She was shaking a little and sighed as Helena’s hand moved down her arm, gentle fingers stroking over her wrist. “Are you always so gentle?”
“Only with you.” Helena replied softly, gently drawing Bette towards a seat.