As the crystal drops moved over her hands, Gwynn remembered her own that fell the second time G had come to her when she was twenty-one. Her father had moved on, leaving her the cottage and the gardens to tend. She thought both her father and G had forgotten her and she toiled in the soil with a tithe of her usual energy.
She looked up at him as he stood at the gate and her eyes sparkled with tears. "G, come in," she said as she rose from her knees and brushed the dirt from her fawn colored dress. She remembered in his loose-limbed grace as he swung open her gate and moved down the garden path toward her. She rinsed her hands in a water bucket and motioned to the bench as she dried her hands on a cloth. Instead, G had come to her removing the towel she had twisted in her hand and swung her into his arms. Then he kissed her with a ferocious kiss that swallowed her breath and ate at her lips. He pulled her to him to feel his length and pushed into her belly with his hips as he held close and breathed deeply of her scent. Then he set her feet back on the ground and with his arm about her sat on the bench and swept her into his lap. "How are you today, my little brown darling?" G breathed in her ear as his hand swept her hair from her neck to allow his lips better access.
She giggled as he tickled her neck with his lips and tongue. "Glad to know you have not forgotten me all these years," she replied with a hint of the hurt his abandonment had engendered. Her head ducked as she realized how pitiful it must appear to such an exalted one as G that she could even be hurt by his absence. He was far above her as the stars were to the wallflowers.
When she finally gathered her courage to look up, she found G was observing her closely. "You really do not know how I feel, do you?" he asked in wonder. "There are so many who never show a true face to the world, who glitter outwardly to hide their emptiness, or fear their true face would earn the scorn of those around them. Those who never hide who they are are rare and precious. I have found such a one and here she sits, the rarest of all, my own open flower." He balanced her on his knee and held her face with one hand on either side of her head, looking deeply into her eyes. He kissed each eyelid as her lash fringed lids swept her soft brown eyes. He kissed her small and perfect nose. He kissed each cheek rosily warm with a blush that was sweeping her upper body. One hand palming her breast with a slow and sultry squeeze, he kissed her with an open mouth and swept his tongue between her lips and thrust into her as his fingers moved convulsively over her breast and his groin thrust hard into her thigh. For all the wonder she felt in his arms, she wondered if this would end