As she opened her fingers to grasp his hands, a stiff breeze blew across her palm, catching the feathery strands of the seed, sending it dancing on the wind far from her garden. A sigh of disappointment slipped from both their hearts as their hands slipped away from each other until G stood beyond her garden gate, eyes still on hers. "I will return for thee," his whisper carried on the breeze as he closed his eyes and turned to walk away following the winding path of the seed across the dales and up into the hills. She held her hand above her eyes as she watched him climb, never looking back.
"That first time, so long ago, did you guess how it would be?" she asked with an echo of the vivid ache from her memory.
"Aye, I knew this would be long courting, when the North Wind won the first round," he said as he sipped his tea slowly and gazed on her beloved face, viewing the tracks the years had left on her small and perfect face.
"Why was it always me? Surely there were others to tempt your heart. You were and are so magnificent And I am so small, so brown, so well guarded, and so artless in the skills of moving forward, so rooted in the earth from whence I came," she shook her head and the curls still bounced around her face. She took another sip from her cup and realized that it and the kitchen had grown cold while they sat and thought over that first time.
"Gwynn, now that you have invited me into your home, may I request a kiss? I have so had so few memories to ponder in my wanderings and your kisses have been the best of them. But it has been so long since I tasted you."
"Foolish one, take and take freely what I offered you long ago." She wound her arms around his middle for it was nearly as high as she could reach and lashed her body to his. He bent and lifted her in his arms and holding her firmly to his chest he began a slow and thorough joining of lips, first softly skimming then gently nipping, then rhythmically pushing his tongue gently against the seam of her lips, in and out until she sighed and opened to the thrusting and he shifted to firmly hold the back of her head with one arm while his tongue tangled in an ancient rhythm with hers and a clenching began from her womb upward as she arched herself into his hips and he moved the thrusting beat to that part of their bodies. He glided through the room with that beat constantly between them toand up the staircase pausing on each step to ensure that Gwynn never left that throbbing music. He knew which bedroom was hers since it overlooked the garden
"That first time, so long ago, did you guess how it would be?" she asked with an echo of the vivid ache from her memory.
"Aye, I knew this would be long courting, when the North Wind won the first round," he said as he sipped his tea slowly and gazed on her beloved face, viewing the tracks the years had left on her small and perfect face.
"Why was it always me? Surely there were others to tempt your heart. You were and are so magnificent And I am so small, so brown, so well guarded, and so artless in the skills of moving forward, so rooted in the earth from whence I came," she shook her head and the curls still bounced around her face. She took another sip from her cup and realized that it and the kitchen had grown cold while they sat and thought over that first time.
"Gwynn, now that you have invited me into your home, may I request a kiss? I have so had so few memories to ponder in my wanderings and your kisses have been the best of them. But it has been so long since I tasted you."
"Foolish one, take and take freely what I offered you long ago." She wound her arms around his middle for it was nearly as high as she could reach and lashed her body to his. He bent and lifted her in his arms and holding her firmly to his chest he began a slow and thorough joining of lips, first softly skimming then gently nipping, then rhythmically pushing his tongue gently against the seam of her lips, in and out until she sighed and opened to the thrusting and he shifted to firmly hold the back of her head with one arm while his tongue tangled in an ancient rhythm with hers and a clenching began from her womb upward as she arched herself into his hips and he moved the thrusting beat to that part of their bodies. He glided through the room with that beat constantly between them toand up the staircase pausing on each step to ensure that Gwynn never left that throbbing music. He knew which bedroom was hers since it overlooked the garden
