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    Uncharted Territory

    Chapter 13

    Bette’s POV

     

    The warm water cascades down on me, providing a short relief to my stiff muscles. Raising up my face to the continuous stream I let my tears run freely, hoping the shower will wash away my sadness. If only I could go next door this morning and talk to Renee. She would help me understand what last night meant. She would know where to go from here. She could help me heal my soul. But we buried her yesterday, she’s gone, she will never share her wisdom anymore. It’s time to stop crying though.

    Slowly I dry myself and tiptoe into the bedroom, cautious not wake Tina. My clothes carelessly thrown in the chair remind me of my single days, when after a one nightstand I had to head home in the same clothes from the night before. But this wasn’t a one night stand. I spent the night with my wife, who was there in my hour of need.

    ‘Are you leaving?’ There’s a hint of panic in her hoarse voice when she sits up in the bed and combs her hands through her messy hair.

    ‘I just wanted to pick up coffee, we’re… uhm you’re out of coffee.’

    ‘Shit. Not today.’ Rubbing her red eyes she drops back into the pillow. Slowly I walk over to the bed and sit down on the edge next to her, striking her hair that sprawled out all over the pillow. She must be absolutely knackered. This is the first day she doesn’t have to worry about anyone else, but herself. In the last months she put herself aside completely, while taking care of other people’s needs and neglecting her own.  After Renee died I would have collapsed if it wasn’t for her. It were the little things, a hand on my shoulder, a soothing word in my ear, a kiss on my cheek, holding me when needed, drying my tears. ‘How do you feel?’ She asks turning to lay on her side, her hand probed under her head and her other hand softly caressing my cheek with a concerned look on her face.

    ‘I will be fine. Don’t worry about me.’

    ‘Do you want to talk about her?’

    ‘No not today. Thank you.’ In reply she smiles weakly and pulls me against her in a tight hug that comforts me, but at the same time I feel her naked chest pressed against mine, with only my bra in between. The images of last night still so vivid in my mind. Oh how I would wish to do everything that we did last night all over again today. Last night…  Grief was added to all our unresolved issues. The frustration. The anger. The sorrow. The passion. The insecurities. The hurt. The longing. It was all boiling just under the surface for weeks. It was intense. Out of control. And it boiled over into this steamy mess. God there was no stopping anymore. We were on fire. Completely out of control. I couldn’t have stopped it even if I had wanted to. She was ablaze and so was I. The veil of darkness covered us. Oh my fucking god… we did things we knew. We did things we didn’t know. We did them once. And when we were done, we made the other do them all over again. And then some more. I lost count. Every possible surface was covered. It had nothing to do with making love. There weren’t gentle, tender caresses. No sweet loving kisses. No thoughtful questions or attentions. No intimate gaze. No cuddling. No moment to catch a breath. It was raw. Passionate. Rough. Carnal. Obscene. Raunchy. Lusty. Erotic. And… delicious. I don’t think I ever wanted her this badly. I couldn’t get enough. She was unsatisfiable. Everything in between us got magnified. Every untamable emotion was spoken with every act. With every assault and every attack. I marked her in every possible way, and she returned the favor. Nothing was left undone. And she felt exactly as I remembered. My wife. Mine. The only one that ever really mattered.

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    Comments

    1. We arrived safely and Paris is such a beautiful city, wandering around with my lovely wife.

      It’s good that Bette stays in Paris and both are willing to fight for their relationship, giving it all. And maybe it’s good Bette stays in another apartment, they can start from the beginning. And what a surprise she let James manage the gallery, the gallery that left so much strain on their relationship. Seems Bette did some soul searching and looked what is important for her and what makes her happy.

      Maybe they don’t need our help after all, but we will stay a few more days just in case!

    2. Interesting. So Bette makes a huge overture to Tina, putting her role at the Gallery on the back burner while she waits to see what is left between them. Lets see if Tina will make a similar gesture to show she is invested as well. Baby steps….

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