As the carriage approached the peak of its arc, Tina turned her gaze from the city, to look with unblinkered eyes at the beautiful, incredibly kind, considerate, and one-of-a-kind catch beside her, and with whom she had shared the unforgettable day.    “The air is cool…” the song continued, its increasingly pulsating beat matching Tina’s growing realization about how much she had to lose if she gave into her fears, rather than let her hopes decide what to do next.

Her fears said if she let the insane chemistry between them slide; if she chose to let Bette walk away; she would get over it, eventually.  At least she would be safe.

Her hopes said something else.

Tina chose hope.

She reached out to cup the Bette’s face in her hands.  “Bette,” she said softly, “Look at me.”

Bette felt blood rush into her head: she was feeling it, too.  But she wondered, as she turned hesitatingly towards Tina, and saw the blonde’s eyes silently begging her to give in to the insane chemistry between them. Should I allow it?  Was Tina ready?  And what about her? Was she?

She shut her eyes, unable to look any longer at the hazel eyes darkening with lust and desire, and tried to shut out the whirr of the Ferris wheel, the insistent beat of the music, and the haunting voice in the song. “I feel your heat…”the singer whispered. Everything about the moment was flooding her senses.  She felt herself losing control.  Heaven knows I want her.

Without warning, Tina covered the brunette’s mouth in a searing kiss.  With urgent hands, she pushed the blanket aside, and turned her hips towards Bette, smoothly swinging one leg over, to straddle Bette. She slowed her movements to softly, slowly, kiss the pillow-lips she had been yearning to kiss in just this way, with unbridled passion, the whole day.   She covered Bette’s lips with a long, lush, wet kiss, and then sucked on the brunette’s top lip.  Her tongue rolled over to the brunette’s bottom lip, to give it equal attention.  In rhythm with her kiss, she began a slow grind on Bette’s middle.

Bette slid the blonde’s mini skirt higher, stroking the soft, creamy skin of Tina’s bare legs, and then slid her hands up, to the blonde’s now-exposed backside, to cup Tina’s bare, well-shaped cheeks, unconsciously supporting the blonde as she began her grind into, then away from Bette.