Chapter 7′s ending went like this…”You always make me feel this way…every time…you make me feel found again…you, only you, and always…you and I…always…You need me? I need you more. You want me? I want you more. The only thing more important, the only thing bigger, the only thing stronger…than my need, than your need, than our wants, our desires…the only thing more than the sum of these parts or any one of those parts is our love…and that, my love, is of you and I… irreparably, irreversibly, and irreclaimably together.” (Tina lifts her leg to touch and summon a moan of intense pleasure as the outburst of a provocative and sudden sensation envelops Bette from her center to the outer reaches of herself…everywhere…)

And so…

Bette’s forehead falls to Tina’s, abandoning herself to the woman lying beneath her. But Tina too is weakened in her surrender…enthralled and taken by Bette’s words…her stubborn doubt is broken and her cares for anything else defeated. She’s weakened in her resolve against Bette and strengthened in the thirst for her. Though relegated to putty in the mocha lady’s possession, Tina whets Bette’s appetite with careful movement of the leg that summoned Bette’s earlier explosion of pleasure and with purposeful caressing by the hands now surrounding Bette’s face and neck. She slowly strokes and provokes with her gentle fingers, moving everywhere and downward. As Bette’s breathing intensifies, while her forehead slips slightly and her lips slide to Tina’s ear, the hazel eyed woman grasps the frontal beauty that is Bette Porter, cradling and manipulating gently with singular purpose and obvious effect as Bette feels her most sensitive skin erupting and protruding, causing her to thrust her centre in an instinctive search for her mate’s…and then decidedly and furiously making contact as though some permanence in this position was possible and achievable by sheer force of will…she wanted it to go on forever…this connection, this touch, this unifying sensation…she wanted the ecstasy to build and not end, rise and not fall, intensify and not wane. Tina was equally summoned to the fore of her passion, as now she manipulated less gently, less slowly, less carefully…and a flurry of grasps and intense touches assaulted Bette’s frontal endowments and called upon her core for leadership in the rising tide and burgeoning force of feeling, emotion, and arousal…it didn’t take long to assume control as Tina could feel the warm prelude to the center’s ascension to duty. Bette sighed as she grasped Tina with her lips and embraced her as though just reunited …a break in the build up moved Tina to emotion as she caressed Bette’s body, then head, and face…)

TINA- “I…I can’t take this need anymore…Bette please take me… don’t stop… don’t let go…”

(Summoned to order, Bette headed the call and thrust into her lover’s awaiting need…then grasping her limbs and kissing her voraciously, with a hand holding the adored face to her lips, she entered her sacred space and fulfilled its agonizing want…reaching deeply and with unceasing rhythm and duration, as Tina clasped her lover’s parts and then arrested her gaze until their bodies climbed past the point return.)