Heart's Desire One Sultry Summer Morning
By Heather
Rated R
She awoke, to the feel of the morning dew softly kissing her satin skin. He lay beside her, propped up on one arm, quietly watching her sleep. He smiled, as he saw her open her eyes to the twilight of early morning. She returned his smile as she stretched, cat-like, and rolled over to look him in the eye. He leaned over to kiss her good morning. She smiled again, then sat up. She gasped at the sight that met her eyes.
There, rising over the trees, was the sun. Vast and majestic it rose, the warmest shade of orange she had ever seen. Never had she seen such a spectacular dawn. The sun rose slowly, caressing the trees, grass, and then finally their bodies with its' rays. The sultry heat of the day, which promised to be even more sweltering soon, enveloped her in it's sticky haze. She looked back at him, to see his warm eyes watching her, desire burning in their very depths.
It always amazed her that the very act of watching her did such a thing to him. He leaned over and began pressing tiny kisses on the top of her shoulder. He slowly worked his way down her back, kissing her shoulder blades, the space in between. He gradually moved back up, giving equal attention to her neck, all the while caressing her stomach and breasts. She moaned softly as he turned her towards him.
He leaned forward again, this time to give her a scorching kiss, one that burned her all the way to her soul.
Just as she was almost completely gone, he gently pushed her away. She looked up at him, confused. He smiled reassuringly at her, then pulled her to her feet. He gazed down at her naked body, literally shook himself, then pulled her into their bedroom.
She smiled, thinking he just wanted to lay on the bed this time. She was surprised when he began putting on clothes and motioning her to do the same. She asked him what they were doing, but he shook his head. No, it's a surprise, he told her. She reluctantly put on her favorite shorts and top, hoping to retain some measure of comfort on this potentially hot summer day.
When they were dressed, he lead her down the stairs, through the house, and out into the courtyard. While she wanted to pause and marvel over the impressive fountain that trickled water down into a magnificent pool that all stood in the spacious courtyard, he hauled her along still further. Down through the woods they went, walking for what seemed like several miles.
Finally, they entered an immense clearing, surrounded by tall pine, maple, and elm trees hanging low, weighted down with Spanish moss. There, in that huge clearing, was an old ruin of what had apparently been a very large house.
This, he tells her, was the original main house of this plantation. It wasn't near as large as the new house, but from what I've heard, it was more beautiful. It was built around the time of the Revolutionary War, but it was burned down around the time of the Northern army's invasion during the Civil War, he told her, looking saddened by the loss of what was apparently a magnificent place.
She stood, mesmerized by the history that surrounded her, feeling the ghosts of that house swirl around her, touching her heart and her soul. He takes her hand and leads her around, showing her where some of the rooms once were. He showed her the kitchen, which had obviously been a very large room. Next he showed her the dining room, where he said he had been told was a table large enough to seat the eight member family that had lived there. She stared, her eyes large in wonder, thinking of all the amazing breakfasts, lunches, and dinners that had taken place there.
He hugged her tenderly, then led her down further, showing her where the staircase had once been. Beside that space, stood a short stack of bricks. She reached down to touch them as he told her that there had once been a fireplace there. Most of it had fallen down, he said, this is all that remains. Gently tugging her arm, he led her down still further, showing her next the ballroom.
Here, he told her, sadness in his eyes, it's been said that two young lovers where dancing, when the Northern army appeared. They played with them, he said, before they finally killed them. Then they burned the house down around them. When their families found them, the were laying together, wrapped in each others' arms. According to legend, they had just been married a few hours earlier. They were later buried together, over there, he pointed, so that they could remain together forever.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of the terror they must have been through. He put his arm around her shoulders as she silently cried. They both marveled over the similarities in the story and their own lives.
They had been through such torture to be together and were mercifully allowed to stay alive.
He looked down at her and softly kissed her lips. He smiled and asked her if she would like to dance. She sniffed and looked up at him, silently nodding. He takes her gently in his arms, sending up a quiet prayer of thanks for the wonderful woman he now held in his embrace. They both swayed smoothly, to a music only they could hear. They thought about that young couple of long ago, of the couple's love. They thought of how lucky they themselves were that they were alive and together.
He tilted his head slightly, brushing her lips with his. She sighed and leaned more heavily on him, stroking her fingers over the sensitive part of his nape. He groaned and pulled her even closer to his body, giving her a soul searching kiss at the same time. She reached up and tugged at his shirt until he removed it with a flourish. She moved down a little ways, pressing kisses to his neck, collarbone, and finally his chest. He gently grabbed the sides of her head, directing her mouth along, finally pulling her back up to give her another seductive kiss. She quickly pulls off her T-shirt and he delicately removes her bra. He trails kisses down her front to the snap of her shorts. He deliberately removes the rest of her clothing, pressing a kiss to the delicate skin just below her belly button. She sighed, pressing closer to him, longing to feel his mouth all over her body.
He slowly lowered her down onto the soft ground of what was once a magnificent ballroom. Caressing her body, he told her over and over, with words and with actions, how much he loved her, adored her, desired her. She reveled in his attention, bestowing on him the same adoration and love, with words and caresses. As they slowly made love, in that clearing in the woods, they further cemented their vows to one another and a new vow. A vow to that young couple, to live their lives together to the fullest everyday, and never take each other for granted. Because you never know how soon your loved ones could be taken away.
