Author's Note:

Hello and welcome to my first try at Bomb Girls. You may look forward to three Betty+Kate chapters. Thanks to my self-appointed editor, who's just the best, and I hope you'll enjoy :)


What is happening?

It was weeks and days and months since Kate had returned. Weeks and days and months in the factory. In the bars. On the dance floor. Weeks and days and months together in Betty's room and in her bed.

Still they never said a word about how Kate came back, about what happened before and what was there between them. Because there was something there. A lot. Only it was nothing that could be grasped. Just a silent melody playing and twitching between them in the background.

Betty longed for it, for the safeness, the closeness, the touches, every moment, every glance that held that bit of promise in those glimmering grey-blue eyes which made her heart thump. And Kate felt safe and held and comforted like she never had before. There was no risk with Betty for Kate. She was just there and if she had a nightmare, she knew if she wanted she could go to her - no question asked.

Still there was something there. Something brewing. Betty knew it a little too well by now, while Kate felt it, but did not know what it was. Did not dare. She saw the pleading looks, felt the touches that sometimes were lasting slightly longer than ordinary comfort, and she heard the halting breaths near her ear which Betty sometimes drew when she was lying in Betty's arms.

When Kate started to notice and think about those things, she felt uncomfortable, just until she stopped thinking and let go. Because Kate knew Betty would never do anything she wouldn't want. And soon Kate liked it – the looks, the touches, the breaths - waited for them, and felt that much more reassured because of them. That was Betty, and Betty would always be there.

In Betty's head though they were together. She knew they weren't. But still there was that ongoing feeling that they were, and Kate had to know it, too, or Kate wouldn't take her hand and pull her just that little bit closer on the dance floor, wouldn't breath her name before accidentally falling asleep in her arms while listening to the latest news of the war on the radio. Kate just wouldn't bear with all those friendly touches that Betty could no longer stop her fingers from doing more and more each day.

If Betty were a guy and she were Kate, she would already have given herself a good old hard kicking into the nuts. But Kate hadn't, so... what did it mean? It tore at Betty and she was sure that soon she was going to snap.

At the end the question that remained was: what was happening or exactly not happening between them?