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Uncharted Territory
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It was in the period I was finishing my second script, I was working through the nights, it was hectic and Bette had a busy time at the Louvre, we had barely seen each other for a few weeks or so. That day she left work early and picked me up at my French classes. While walking home the sky opened, we couldn’t find a cab, Bette was nagging about her shoes getting wet, I was annoyed with the fact that my coat wasn’t water tight and by the time we arrived home we were completely soaked. Our hair was hanging down in drenched wisps and our make-up was smeared, our clothes glued to our skin. She fired up the fire place when we got home and when we looked at each other the fire expanded, just like that. We made long, slow, erotic love on the living room floor in front of the fireplace for hours.
‘That was making love, that wasn’t sex.’
‘You mean because the question was about a sexual memory? But for me this was as erotic as it can get.’
‘That wasn’t sex.’ She opposes once again determinedly. ‘Sex is fulfilling your physical needs and love making is about connecting minds and souls through the act of sexual intercourse.’
‘Ok nerd.’ I chuckle, she must be the only person I know who so accurately can recite those two definitions without even blinking her eyes. ‘Then tell me what is your favorite time of fulfilling physical needs with me, without connecting on any level and emphasize on favorite.’
‘Having sex was the last time we were together after the funeral.’
I have to admit her words hurt. I’m completely aware that wasn’t love making as I know it with her but there were moments that I felt her and that she felt me. For me there was a connection on a certain level. And I felt her close, closer than I did in a very long time. I do my best not to sound too hurt. ‘You want to tell me that, that was your favorite or that there was no connection on any level?’
‘No.’
‘What no Bette?’
When her tea is done she puts the cup back at the table and leans her elbows on her knees, her eyes still on me and I see the turmoil in them. These few moments before she speaks I have no idea what’s going on in her mind, I can only hope she won’t deny that night had some meaning. ‘I’m not saying that there was no connection whatsoever then.’
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Thank you for the chapter!
Honestly i don’t see how all their talks and meeting with each other can help to fix something between them if all of the ending the same – one of them leaving in anger.
Maybe therapy?
I don’t comment much on this story but wow what a emotinal hard chapter was this for them.
Bette made a attemp to communicate by using cards with deep questions on it that they had to give honest answers to it. It broke my heart to see how Bette is deeply hurt by the betrayel of Tina, how she had that meltdown but she gave honest anwers. Maybe this really opens Tina’s eye on how deeply hurt Bette is by her infidelity. Maybe this meltdown was needed so they can really try to repair their relationship. Give Bette some space, she will come back or contact Tina. It seems hopeless but i have faith they will come back stronger than ever as a couple, it just take time, time they have to take both, don’t rush things.
Looking forward to the next chapter!
I haven’t commented much as I don’t know what to say as my feelings and emotions are always a little raw but I am still reading.
Thanks for the post
SG
Tough chapter. They keep getting stuck in a never-ending loop when they DONT go and capture, tackle if necessary the one who is running.
Dang. Bette’s intentions were good, but may I suggest Twister next time? That Bette chose to hide the cards with questions about cheating should tell Tina all she needs to know about the way forward. She has to step up and own it. Say she is sorry again and again until Bette believes her. Say she will spend the rest of her life making amends if she has to. She needs to be on her knees, ugly crying, listening to the pain she caused kind of sorry. It’s time Kennard. Own it. Bette’s behavior, no matter how awful, does not justify her cheating. And for the love, they both need to stop running. I love this story. It’s intriguing in its heartbreak. Bette clearly knows her part in the demise of the relationship, she has suffered enough…
There are very few stories in all my fandom years that have wrecked me so bad after each chapter. This story is marvelous, heartbreaking but so beautiful. I created an account here just to tell you that I hope you will find it in yourself to give it an ending someday. Thanks a lot for sharing it with us.