Christine opens the door to the Fireplace room

"This has a more intimate feel to it," she explains.

She closes the door behind you and locks it before reclining on the rug and leaning into you. All the while, she never breaks eye contact, and in those lovely brown eyes is a mesmerizing mix of excitement, trepidation, and utter sweetness.

As she leans against you and lets out a quivering sigh, you think about the meaningless lust of the past few weeks and how you'd trade them all away to live in this moment with Christine. Perhaps the past few weeks have helped to put in in perspective for you that there needs to be more than just the sex, that it's better to make love than lust. Sure, the wild abandonment has had its moments, but it's nothing compared to the anticipation of the next moment.

Christine's soft lips meet yours in a gentle embrace, deepening slowly and tenderly, as if the two of you have all the time in the world. Her formerly inexperienced lips seem to have learned very quickly, and her kiss takes your breath away - but you don't care about air, only about her.

After a long moment, you do come up for a deep breath, and run your hand lightly down her neck as her had comes to rest on your broad shoulders. You want to say something, but the words fail you, and a moment later it doesn't matter as she touches her lips to yours again...