Chapter 25

The tall biker laid in the king sized bed, her much smaller blonde lover lay beside her, molded tightly against her body. The green-eyed center of the biker's world was practically purring, as Cam stroked her soft shining golden hair. Cam knew that her entire future rested in the heart, mind, and soul of the beautiful emerald-eyed attorney that was lying, as much on her, as next to her.

She knew, she and this incredible woman, that had waited, faithfully, for three years for her tall dark biker to be finally released, completely free and clear, from the state penitentiary where they had met, both victims of a serious miscarriage of Justice, and apparently, they were tied together by destiny. No matter where Cheryl went from now on, Cam knew she would gladly follow, knowing from deep in her own heart and soul, that wherever Cheryl was, would be her home.

She was now aware that her home would never again be a place, but it would, from this time forward, be a person, this person. A dark wave of panic set in when Cam's dark side began talking to her, asking all those hard questions, that before she'd never consider, at least not until after Debra Kreel. She knew her mind would never allow her to, blindly, set herself up for that kind of pain again.

What if she really doesn't want me but she was afraid, or worse, just felt obligated to be here? Cam's dark side asked What if she just came here to dump me and last night was just pity sex? How will I live without her? Where will I go? If she leaves me, I'm doomed to live forever alone. I don't want to make her think I don't trust her, but we have to know where we stand

Cheryl knew something was bothering Cam, she could feel the biker's incredibly hard sculpted muscles tighten and the change in her breathing. She looked up and saw the far away look in those amazingly alluring blue eyes.

What is she thinking? Cheryl wondered Why isn't she looking at me?. Oh Goddess, please don't let her be tired of me already. I know I'm not near good enough for her, but I was really hoping we had a chance. Oh, well what can I do? If she doesn't want me I guess I'll just go away and live my life lonely and alone till I die…. NO, I refuse to believe she'd give us up before we even had a chance to see if we could work it out. Dear sweet Goddess, don't let this happen, give me the strength to fight for her. We belong together; we are both so much better together, than we could ever be alone. She's meant to be mine and By the Gods, I'll not give her up without a fight.

They lay there deep in their own thoughts until Cam finally worked up enough courage to speak what was haunting her mind.

"Baby?" the black haired biker asked quietly.

"Huh?" Cheryl answered worried about what was coming but feeling confident enough to face it head on. "What is it sweetheart?"

"We really need to talk." Cam said sadly, absent-mindedly stroking the attorney's soft golden hair, a part of her subconscious reveling in the sensations. "I know I just got out, and you've had three years out here in the "real world", where you've grown, and progressed and changed, and have become this amazing woman. Where as I have spent those years suspended in time, I am almost exactly the same woman I was when you walked out of that cell block three years ago."

"I know sweetheart, I haven't gone a day without worrying about you, stuck in that Hellhole. Wondering if you were alright, or if you were hurt or sick." Cheryl whispered her voice choked by emotions, her emerald eyes shining with three years of unshed tears. "I had to work so hard, just to keep myself from going insane with fear for your life. It was the nights that were the worst, laying there in my bed alone, with only my memories of your touch for companionship, praying to the Goddess for the chance to be with you again. I can finally admit it now; it was a hell on earth existence. I missed you so badly, it hurt deep down inside, I didn't think, no, I know I could never survive it alone again."

Here it comes, stupid. The voice of Cam's dark side told her this is where she tells you that she love you but not "that" way. She's gonna tell me she's found someone else to spend her future with. Someone that was there for her, when she needed them, someone who's reliable, someone that hasn't spent the last six years in a kill or be killed environment, and above all, isn't an ex-con. I knew she was too good for me, and now she's finally figured it out too. Get ready you worthless old whore, this is where she dumps me for someone that truly deserves a perfect angel like her. Someone that has never killed anyone, that won't taint her beautiful unspoiled soul with the blood and darkness that is plainly there on mine to be seen by anyone that looks.

As she was speaking, Cheryl looked up when she became aware that her, sadly, extremely insecure lover had gone completely silent. The loving gentle hand continued stroking her hair, but the powerful arm around her waist tightened. Those amazingly beautiful blue eyes had taken on a far away look. Cheryl then saw that tears were falling silently from her lover's beautiful blue eyes.

Oh no, I bet she thinks I'm going to leave her Cheryl thought as she remembered just how insecure her lover was since the incident with Deb Kreel, and how damaged Cam's self esteem was as well I've got to do something so she'll know I'll never leave her, that I'd rather die, than betray her in any way. Oh my Goddess, she probably thinks last night was pity sex

Cheryl reached up, cupped Cam's chin in her hand, and got the frightened biker to focus her attention on the compelling emerald eyes of the woman that loved her, without reservation.

"Honey, please let me finish before you make your judgment about us will you." Cheryl asked simply and softly, putting her faith in the tall dark woman's sense of fairness, and honor.

"I'm sorry my angel; it's just that you're so young and beautiful." Camilla whispered her sweet velvet smooth voice so low Cheryl could barely hear her, but the pain and fear nearly screamed to Cheryl, begging for the blonde-haired woman's reassurances. "You've become so much more than the frightened little bunny I found that day in the showers, surrounded by jackals. Me, well, I'm still the same old feeble hardcase, attempting to be a poor woman's Batgirl, running around saving damsels in distress. Hades, I'm not even that any more. How could someone as wonderful as you want anything to do with a burnt out lowlife tramp like me? Not to menti..."

Cam was stopped by the gentle touch of two soft fingers on her lips. Her shining tear filled light blue eyes looking deeply into bright emerald eyes, searching for some sign of deceit, or a single note of deception, any sign of potential betrayal. All she found was compassion, acceptance, need, and desire and, most importantly, deep all consuming, unconditional, love. Cam also saw silent tears of worry and concern for her, in the emerald eyes that were the windows to her future.

"I know I've changed my love," Cheryl began trying to put her deepest most intimate feelings into words that would calm her lover's fears. "I've been outside those drab walls, out here where time passes. When I was put in that place I had given up, I was sure all my hopes and dreams were over forever, that day in the showers I was sure I was going to die. I...I..."

Cheryl was stopped for a moment by great heart wrenching sobs that wracked her body, like grand mal seizures. After several deep calming breaths, the young attorney regained enough control to enable her to continue.

"I just knew that I would die a slow painful death at Val's hands, I could read it in her eyes. Then a miracle happened." Cheryl continued her voice still hoarse from her sobbing and her eyes shining in the light of her returned dreams and renewed hope. "Just when I thought I'd lost everything, a dark, breath-taking, avenging Goddess appeared in that cold tiled room. With just her words she dismissed the cruel and evil woman, and her followers as if they of no consequence what so ever. I think I fell in love when you handed me a towel, and made that joke about not everybody that was in prison was nice."

Both women chuckled nervously at the memory, when Cam recalled making the joke in an attempt to keep the little new fish from losing control. Then there were a few heartbeats of silence before Cheryl once more picked the thread of her history.

"You know Camilla; I loved you even before I met you." Cheryl said, hoping that what she was about to tell her beloved Camilla wouldn't make the pragmatic woman think she was completely crazy, or even worse, scare her off. Nevertheless, either way, even though Cam might leave her, Cheryl knew it was time to "lay her cards on the table, ALL her cards.

She knew that she had to tell Cam the truth, no matter what happened, so she could understand what the little blonde already believed, what she knew from deep in her very soul, that she and Cam were destined to be together forever. That they were and always had been soulmates.

"Ever since I was a small child I've had a dream, every time something bad or scary happens, or when ever my life was turned up side down, which seems to happen a lot." Knowing the chance she was taking Cheryl was trembling but was still determined to continue. "It always starts out that I'm in some kind of terrible danger."

Cheryl's alluring emerald eyes, went out of focus, and her mind traveled to ancient forgotten lands and haunts, where the small blonde's greatest fear lived, just waiting for the opportunity to attack and defile her fragile psyche.

"There's someone chasing me, I've never been able to see the faces of my demon attackers, but I know, if they catch me, I will be brutally and slowly, painfully murdered." The blonde-haired woman's rapid breathing and trembling voice reflected the shear terror she'd experienced and her eyes dilated in horror as she related her recurring dream, as she recalled the recurring visions that had beleaguered her since she was a child. "I scream and scream for someone to save me, until I lose my voice, but no one answers my pleas. The demons keep after me relentlessly, hunting me, determined to have me. I don't know what, or who, the demons are, but eventually they corner me. I try to fight them off with all my strength but the demons are too strong for me. The demons take great pleasure in disarming me easily, while all the time they are taunting me, telling me what they are going to do to me. Things so horrifying and terrible that my mind can never recall the specific details of their threats. Then just as they closing in to claim me as their prey, and I am sure all is lost, a warrior attacks my enemies, placing herself between the demons and me, so they have to go through her to have me. She is amazing she uses two swords and moves faster than the eye can follow; only the gleam of the sun off the highly polished steel of her blades allows me to follow her actions. Cuts and slashes appear on the demons as if by magic. With a berserker's strength, she vanquishes the demons, destroying them all, leaving no survivors.

She's saved me, and when she comes to me, she pulls me into her powerful arms holding my trembling body and calming my fears. I feel safe and warm in those arms; my heart soars at her touch. In that moment, I know in my soul that even though she is a fearsome and ruthless warrior, merciless in her anger, and deadly in her attack, I know that she will never harm me. That all she wants is to keep me safe and secure, away from all that would do me harm. I know in my heart I am home in this woman's powerful arms. Wherever she goes from that moment forward, I will follow, because it is my destiny. I look up, but for some reason I can never see her face, but I can see her eyes, and when I look into them, I fall into their depths and they wash away all my fears and discontents. That's when I know for sure, I have found my other, that my soul has found its mate. My heart is full, for she is my one true love. I had always thought this perfect vision of love lived only in dreams, only there, could I ever find the love I have craved all my life."

"Then suddenly my dreams came to life, I was trapped with no way out and just when I was sure that the demons had won and I was going to die, this dark avenging Goddess appears, and saves me from the evil that was about to destroy me." Cheryl looked up into those amazingly blue eyes, her own emerald greens projecting the love, devotion and unending admiration. "Then I looked into your eyes, and I knew it was you all along. You are the warrior of my dreams, my long promised love. My one, true, destiny."

Cheryl stopped and looked up into the questioning cerulean eyes of her destined lover, and gave her a nearly blinding smile, hopefully, showing her Camilla, all the love, and commitment, she felt for the dark, and often, brooding woman. Cam knew that the tiny woman in her arms had just admitted her undying and never-ending love. That she was placing her very existence, into the Creole woman's mercy. Cam looked at the small blonde beauty in her arms, studying her, as if they'd never met before. She had never seen anyone so completely open, so fearlessly vulnerable, to the whims of another, as Cheryl was at that moment. Not only had she professed her love for Cam, she had also just given the tall stoic biker the freedom to walk away, if she wished, to be free of any ties or commitments she may have given Cheryl before.

"Oh baby that was the most incredibly beautiful thing I have ever heard," Cam began once she found a way to speak around the giant lump in her throat. "I have little doubt of your dreams little one, they are similar to visions I've had since my youth. I have always seen a breathtakingly beautiful woman, with hair the color of summer wheat touched by the setting sun, and emerald green eyes that shined, so many times brighter then the stars, with more love and courage than any other human could possess. She would stand at my side throughout our lives, through all the good times, and especially in the worst of times. Always stead fast in her love for me, giving me the strength to fight on. I was shown that our love was so great that even after we died, we would still be joined. I knew the day I saw you get off that bus; you were the one I had searched for my whole life. When I looked into your eyes, even from as far away as you were, I knew I would love you, even after I've drawn my final breath. Our love goes far deeper than our weak flesh; it goes all the way to the soul, my beloved. I believe we have loved before, in other lives, and that we will again, over and over, throughout all our life times, until eternity has ended, and all the stars have fallen from the night sky. Little one, I will stay with you for as long as you allow it, I know it won't always be easy, and I know a lot of people will stand against, hoping to split us apart, but if we stand together, there is no storm we can't weather."

Unable to say any more the women kissed, gently at first, then building into a burning all consuming, mid numbing kiss that left them both breathless and oxygen deprived. Smiling at each other they settled comfortably back into the bed, silently enjoying the warm safe feeling of having each other, until Cheryl broke the silence.

"You know Camilla, I saw a huge Jacuzzi in the bathroom," the small mischievous blonde said hoping to lighten things a bit, as she slipped out of bed. "My muscles are awfully sore after last night's aerobics, and well...I've never made love in a Jacuzzi before."

She blushed brightly at her own boldness, and then the wonderfully naked blonde stood and stretched, giving her lover one of the most spectacular views Cam had ever been privileged to see.

"Holy Goddess!!! Cam muttered as she watched the naked woman of her dreams stroll slowly and sensuously across the room. "What ever I did to deserve her, it must have been simply amazing."

Cheryl stopped at the bathroom door and looked back over her shoulder at her blue-eyed lover, her own emerald eyes smoldering with a desire that promised to become a raging inferno at her lover's first touch.

"Don't make me wait too long lover," the gorgeous blonde purred to her lover "I need my Camilla, reeeeeeaaaaal bad."

The woman's sultry smile froze Cam in place for a heartbeat, her mouth suddenly too dry to allow her to speak.

Like I said, I don't know what I did, Cam thought as she fought through the covers or what I had to suffer to deserve her, but by all the Gods, I swear it was worth it every second of it

The tall woman launched herself from the bed, bolted to the bathroom, and disappeared through the door from where squeals of surprise and delight soon turned to splashing waters accompanied by the moans and gasps of desire and pleasure that eventually gave way to cries and screams of ecstasy.

Chapter 26

Final Dedications:

First of all, to my Niki who encouraged inspired and even helped me with this story, believe me it wouldn't exist without her. Thanks again my angel, you do truly compete me; I thank the Goddess every day for having brought us together.

Now last, and certainly not least, to the wonderful and talented person that beta-ed my demented, addle brained scribblings, and made them into a readable form, my intrepid beta-reader, Cheryl Hill. Thanks kiddo you are, as always, the greatest!!! So without further ado... --------------------------------------------------

Early in the morning, (well actually it was around 9:00 am) the pair of lovers, who at this time were just a large lump, driven under the covers on the huge king sized bed, by the, too-efficient, air-conditioning, were rudely awakened by the insistent ringing of the telephone. A long arm snaked out from under the blankets; the hand attached began slapping the surface of the bedside table, until it located the sleek room phone in its hidden alcove built into the nightstand. Like a tentacle holding its prey, the arm snatched the obnoxious device under the blankets where the shrill scream was cut off, by the relatively quiet beep, of the activation button.

"This had better be good," a husky alto voice growled from under the blankets, "What? Yeah. Yeah. I know, look, I'm really sorry we didn't get to visit. All right, ok, HEY LISTEN, it's been three years, K? Yeah you got it, that's right, for both of us."

The covers slid down as Cam sat up, revealing the two bodies beneath the warm blankets, their limbs tangled together. One long beautifully proportioned with black hair, aristocratic features and amazing electric blue eyes that flashed in anger, whenever their owner was feeling put upon, as she was now. The woman was not known for her patience, especially right after she is rudely awakened, by loud obnoxious noises.

The other entangled figure was a good half a foot shorter, magnificently built, full firm breasts, narrow waist, and gently curved hips, slightly on the muscular side, but not as sculpted as her companion. Her shoulder length hair was the golden color of Summer Wheat, and her face was the perfect picture of the sweet girl next door. >From pixie-ish button nose to her full, pouting, sensuous, lips, that were always ready to smile. By far her most arresting features were her sparkling emerald-green eyes, that were, at this moment, looking sleepily up at the lover she had been sleeping on, until the phone rang. The look in those eyes was pure adoration and sexual satisfaction. The dark woman looked down at her amazingly beautiful lover, and smiled, unable to maintain her anger, while she gazed down at her sleep tousled sleepy-eyed lover, she was just too damn adorable.

"Huh? Yeah, I'll let you know if we're leaving, hey, TAG, not," Cam was starting to get angry again, until her gentle green eyes lover began kissing her abdomen, sending messages of peace and contentment through Cam's body, not paying a bit of attention to the one sided conversation going on above her. "No...No...Listen...TAG; I'll make this real simple for you. We can be out of here in one hour. Have a bill made out to Mountain at the company headquarters, look it's either that, or you and Creeper lose the whole weekend. Yes, yes, it was, yes very nice, but you can't afford to lose four days. I know that because I'm a fucking MBA, it's what I was trained to know, you little smart-ass bitch. All right, sounds like a good idea, who's cooking? Well it sure as hell won't be me. I don't do Betty Crocker"

Cheryl couldn't help but laugh at the comment on her lover's legendary lack of culinary skills. She was the only prisoner in the history of CCC, to be permanently banned from the kitchens. Cheryl knew that some day she was going to figure out just how the tall dark biker burned down the kitchen, peeling potatoes.

"Ok TAG," Cam said concluding her call, "Sounds like a plan. Yes, call all of them. If we're getting up so are those three big apes. Ok, we'll be there, but you have to shut up, and let me off the damn phone first. Alright, see ya' later bye."

The now wide-awake blonde pulled herself up and gave her gorgeous dark lover a long, deep, meaningful good morning kiss.

"Mmmmm, my favorite way to wake up, but we'd better not start anything," Cam said disappointed, as they reluctantly separated. "If we don't get up soon, TAG and Creeper are going to try to make us stay another night. While it sounds good and any other time you couldn't blast me out of here, but I really want to show you something important. If you still want to go with me that is."

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be with you Camilla." Cheryl said a little put off that Cam asked her that again, she began to angrily put on a short kimono style robe and tossing an identical one to Cam. "I've waited three hellishly long and unfair years, for my innocent lover to be released from that Hellhole of a prison. Where by the way, I finally found my dream warrior, only after being thrown in there unjustly myself. Now I have you, we are both free of any outside interference, and I've just spent three of the most incredible mind-bogglingly sensual days of my life, and never even left the room, not once. My worry, the only thing holding me back, is that you may have changed your mind over the last three years. So let me finally ask you. Do you, Camilla Theresa Brusard, still want to be with me, and have a future with me? Are we going to build a life together as equal partners? Or was this all just for grins and giggles?"

Cam looked at the woman that had captured her mind, body, heart and soul that she had dreamed of for the last three long, lonely years and now was the moment she had dreaded ever since she had walked into the showers, and found a scared little girl cowering in the corner. It all came down to this moment, it had worried Cam for three years, and Now that it was here she wasn't sure, she even needed to think about it. She put on her robe, looked around for her leather jacket.

Cam dug into an inner pocket, until she found the small velvet bag that Cutter had brought for her "just in case". Confused, Cheryl stood as if glued to that spot, studying her tall dark, and highly unpredictable lover's every move. She watched as Cam approached her slowly and took her trembling hands. The tall biker led her lover over to the bed, and then helped a curious Cheryl sit on the edge. Cam knelt down on one knee in front of her, now wide eyed, blonde lover.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod raced through Cheryl's now positive mind she's going to do it. No Camilla isn't that romantic, is she, yes she is, there's no way that she's doing this. I can' believe she knows me this well.

Cam reached into the velvet bag, and carefully pulled out a silver ring, it had a nearly flawless 3ct. diamond setting, flanked by a 1ct. emerald and a sapphire also 1ct. Cam had gone through her lawyers, and had a friend of hers custom make the ring she had designed herself, for her lover. Depending on how this conversation went, there was also a large envelope, full of papers for her and Cheryl to sign, sitting on the desk in Cutter's office, back at the farm. She took Cheryl's left hand, and gently slipped the ring on her third finger.

"Cheryl Killian, will you be my partner in life and, if it is ever possible, my wife." Cam felt the sweat on her upper lip and licked it off quickly, her hands trembled slightly as her nerves went berserk waiting for Cheryl's answer.

Cheryl froze for a moment, she had pictured this moment in her mind a thousand times over the last three years. Now that it was happening in real life, she couldn't find the words to answer. Her voice completely refused to work. Finally, all she could do was cry and nod her head.

"May I take that as a yes?" Cam asked, feeling that goofy grin on her face again, and then suddenly found herself with an arm full of happy blonde.

"Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!!" was all Cheryl could say, so Cam quieted her by covering the nearly hysterical blonde-haired women's lips with her own.



Epilogue

A little over two hours later, the two women stepped out of the bar, into the bright summer sunshine. Together they went over to Cam's waiting motorcycle. Cheryl looked up at her beloved Camilla, smiling as she put on the helmet that Cutter had given her. Cam had to laugh when she saw it, it was the same purple as Cam's, but instead of a black trim Cheryl's was trimmed in bright neon pink. She climbed up on the big motorcycle, as Cam had shown her onto the raised section of the seat. Cam got into the front lower section, and with her beautiful blonde lover mounted up behind excited about taking her first ride on a motorcycle. As she pulled her goggles down over her eyes Cam stopped for a moment, a small warm fuzzy bubble of happiness took up residence inside her as she thought of her lover and now "life partner". After all this time and everything that had happened to them both, Cam had finally found the place in life she had searched for since she was a teenager, and with that thought in mind, she sent a silent prayer to the Goddess. Thanking her, and asking that her and her partner be allowed to finally live their lives in peace.

Cutter had made arraignments to have Cheryl's SUV delivered to the farm, where they were going next. Cam was anxious to show her lover their new country home. It had also been agreed that they would spend most workweeks in the city at Cheryl's house in the city, and the weekends and holidays would be down at the farm, where, it was agreed as well, that Cheryl's foster mothers had a standing invitation. After some serious discussion, and some outrageous emerald eye batting, Cutter as well as Cam was convinced that Cheryl should redecorate all the common living spaces, in the big sprawling farmhouse, only Cutter's study/office, and his two personal rooms, were exempt from the woman's touch.

They were both realistic enough to know that there would be many problems down the road they had chosen, and they agreed that there were many unforeseen obstacles in their future. Nevertheless, they both also knew, if they faced the troubles together, with the support of Cam's family, and now Cheryl's family as well, there was nothing they couldn't stand up to.

The big bike rumbled out of the parking lot, and with Cheryl holding tightly to her lover's waist, her head laying against Cam's broad muscular back, and along with their family right behind them, the couple roared off, into a new life, two lost souls that had found their mate, complete at last, two as one...forever.