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    The Settlement – Chapter 14

    Soon it wasn’t enough for me.  I was bursting to proclaim my feelings beyond the confines of our current connection. 

    So I broke the kiss to her soulful groan of disappointment.  Silently asking her to meet my gaze, our breathing deep and arduous from passion. Our finely tuned emotion heavy with meaning.  Her questioning eyes bore into mine, confused by my request for pause. 

    “Bette,” I uttered breathlessly almost in wonderment, “I think I’m in love with you.”

    Her relief at the reason for our passion’s interlude was evident by her relaxing demeanor as was a hint of amusement in her eyes.  With humor, she was leaving me room to disentangle my words from the moment.  

    “You think…or you do?”  She smiled not expecting an answer, moving closer with the intent of resuming our kiss. 

    The teasing surprised me faintly, until I recalled her earlier statements of caution. ‘Are you sure?  You’ve been through so much lately… I don’t want us to rush this…I’m not going anywhere.’

    Perhaps it was because the tone of awed disbelief in my voice could have easily been misinterpreted as uncertain and doubtful. Or perhaps she thought, the proclamation was spoken with undue influence given the after effects of our lovemaking and recent satisfying oral stimulation. 

    She was going to let the admission pass without anchoring me to it. 

    Just as her mouth was going to cover mine once again, I fought the urge to give in to the pressing desire for contact with her lips.  Instead, with the bare thread of willpower remaining to resist her exhilarating force, a slight nod of my head halted her approach. 

    An affectionate stare held her in place, the smallest distance separating us.

    Affirmation followed.  Softly but confidently, “Both.”

    The single word left her immobile, giving me the opportunity to shift positions, coaxing her to turn and lay on her back.  Supporting myself with a bent arm pressed into the bed beneath me, the palm of my other hand found its way to her cheek, caressing her jaw line with my thumb. 

    Unknowingly, her mouth opened slightly and a warm breath escaped her lungs and fanned my face.  Moving slowly I touched her lower lip, the tip of my thumb relishing in her softness.  Releasing it, my hand brushed the wisps of hair that covered her face making sure nothing obstructed her view.

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    Comments

    1. “For indulging my delusion of creativity, thanks.” Indulging??? Delusion??? I don’t think so my friend. YOU can write, there’s no doubt about that. All I’m wondering is how I didn’t find this fic sooner! Don’t even think about stopping, I’m hooked.

    2. Please continue with your story. I really missed seeing your updates. I would hate to see it end anytime soon. It’s written with so much sensitivity and care. Your words make it seem like the reader is right there with them feeling everything their feeling. Your friend is in my thoughts. Faith can move mountains.

    3. I became hooked at chapter one; but this statement from Tina, “This isn’t my side of the bed” sealed it for me.

      Please post again soon. I cant express how much I am enjoying the words that flow from you.

    4. I have a hard time sleeping if I’m not on ‘my side of the bed’. If it was only that simple for Tina ~ the fact that she still thinks so vividly of her encounters with Bette, she’s just not over her. At least, I hope she is not.

      Great story and please do continue.

      Your time in writing and sharing is appreciated.


    5. Ain’t nothin’ like the real thing, baby
      Ain’t nothin’ like the real thing.(Write for me)
      Ain’t nothin’ like the real thing, baby
      Your writing’s like the real thing.

      That last line was a killer!!!!

    6. Of course you should continue. To put a question mark at the end of TBC is well…simply not necessary.

      Your writing is neither prosaic nor pedestrian. There is an ease with which you capture a moment or feeling that brings everything into focus without over compensating in general composition. You go between present and past as easily as going through a revolving door. Nicely done.

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