Michelle turned around and stared at Tony as soon as they entered his apartment. He looked into her eyes and she turned around, walking to the couch and sitting down.

"Michelle? What is it?" he asked, walking over to her with concern in his step.

"Tony, I've never seen you that angry. It scared me." she explained, her arms still wrapped around her body defensively. "You seem to think I'm some weak creature who needs defending, but I know how to take care of myself. I had to do it before you, and I'll have to do it after you."

Tony froze. He hadn't thought of the possibility that Michelle would ever leave him. "After me?" he repeated.

"Yes, after you. After this ends, or when you aren't around to defend me or…" she continued with conviction. "Oh, don't look at me like that; we both know Chappelle was right."

"He was wrong Michelle; about everything. Don't reconcile yourself to the negative when it means compromising what you want. Is this what you want?" he asked, bending down in front of her.

"Yes. But…"

"This will work, if we let it. And we have to be sure that we don't let idiots like Chappelle convince us otherwise."

With that Tony leaned in and kissed her, leaving no room for argument. She kissed him back with the same passion. For now it didn't matter how long this would last. Tony ran his hands down Michelle's side as he helped her stand up off the couch. She threw her arms around his shoulders and held him closer to her. He pushed his tongue into hers and she moaned. This had to be the greatest feeling on earth. She pushed her lower body into his involuntarily and he growled. Tony pulled back for a moment and stared into her eyes.

"I'm ready." she whispered. That was all the assurance he needed. He lifted her up and carried her off to the bedroom to make love to her. It would be their first time, but they weren't nervous. They loved each other. For now, that was all that mattered.

He laid her down on the bed and stared down at her. She smiled up at him and began removing her clothes. Soon, all clothing was in a pile on the side of the room. Tony played with her and teased her, driving her insane. She cried his name and moaned for him, and he whispered to her and caressed her. And in that moment, as Tony began making love to her, looking deep into her eyes, they had the same thought. This was going to last. How could something this strong not last? They both had what they had needed for so long.

They had someone to turn to.

Sigh! Big, cheesy ending. Let me know what you think, and that you all so much for reading, for the support and encouragement, and especially for the reviews. They mean so much! An ending to the first fiction I started. I feel like I should give a speech. Fine, I won't put you through that, but please, PLEASE review. For me? Thanks! Much love!

Anna