MiraculousPart 5It was fucking beautiful under the trees. It was a small wooded area just outside the film site in Wellington, with easy access from the road. We wandered in with our picnic basket, trying to find a suitable tree for his fussiness to sit under. Not any tree would do. "I'll know it when I see it!" he pronounced, looking around him a bit like an Old Testament prophet, searching for the Promised Land. Well, his name was Elijah, after all. "There it is!", he shrieked, pointing at a beautiful weeping willow, bending over a little stream. I agreed. Smashing! We climbed inside its curtains, and sat down, walled in green. We had our lunch, drank some wine, and then he kissed me...or I kissed him - anyway, our lips met. I sighed into him, wanting to...to...take him into me, to unite with him. I couldn't wait. I wanted his mouth on me - anywhere. "Lighe...please!", I looked into his eyes, soft with desire. "Please!" The shadows danced darkly over his face, making him look like a satyr or dryad or something elemental and desirable. His lips, moist and swollen with kissing, descended upon me like a prayer. I would never, never get enough of him. Never. * We came back to this enchanted spot once a week for three weeks running. On the third week, the miracle occurred. Well, half of it. I didn't carry lube around with me, any more. I knew he didn't want it - but I did! I refused to give up, totally, so took to carrying a bag about. Fucking inconvenient, but it held something precious. A book, fuck knows which one - it was only a prop. Some tissues. A flannel. A very small bottle of extra virgin olive oil (fucking ironic, that), and some mixed spices. And one condom, for luck. Just in case. If asked, the oil was for a stir-fry and the spices, too. How I was going to explain the face cloth and the condom, if challenged, I had no idea. But no one asked, so it was okay. We were under the tree. It was evening, just about dusk. We'd finished early because of equipment maintenance, and he wanted the willow. So the willow he got. I don't know why, but that night, I nearly lost it. I stared at him, rapt in his kissing of me. His skin was limned with sweat. His eyes shone like stars. His mouth was driving me mad - but it wasn't enough. "Lighe! Stop! Fuck! Stop!" He stopped. "What, Sblomie? What? Don't you like...?" His face hovered above mine, concern in every pore. "It's not enough, Lighe. I want you. I want more. Will you...?" He drew in a sharp breath. "Will I what, Dom?" "Make love to me. Be inside me. Will you? I need..." I was nearly in tears, but I wouldn't give in to it. He kissed me, again. Soft, baby feather kisses all over my face. "I don't..." "Oh, please, Lighe! God, please!" I reached for the bag. "Please?" "Yes, Sblom." OhmygodohmygodohmygodOHMYGOD! I unstoppered the oil, and coated him with it. Then put some on myself. There was no time, or need, for anything else. I was quivering, drowning in sensation, desperate with longing, on fire for him, breathless. Open. Hot. I just lay on my right side, and he lay behind me. He, too, was trembling. I hoped it was with lust, if not love. Not fear - no, please, not fear. He was kissing the back of my neck, whispering something into it I couldn't hear. I moved my left leg, and said "Now, Lighe!", and he sighed, and pushed himself into me. It hurt. I won't deny it fucking burned. But, god, it was good! He didn't know what to do, and I was too far gone to tell him, so he just moved in me, gently. I could hear waves lapping on the shore - I think it was the blood pulsing through my head, but I'm not sure. Then it happened. The miracle. "Oh, fuck, Dom!", he said. "Oh, Dom, Oh, Dom, Oh, love" I heard it, but I didn't fucking believe it! I could hear the breath catching in his throat, as his arms came round me, and he drove himself harder into me. I was sobbing with want, shredding myself on his voice. "God! Dom! Love you like this...love you... Dom!" He came. Angels sang a threnody. I could hear them in my head, as I came. The night took me. I went. "Dom? Dom? Are you okay, dude?" His lips were hovering over my ear. I could feel the warm breath over my face. "Dom, please answer me! You're scaring me now!" He scooted over my side, to lay in front of me. He took my face in his hands. I smiled at him. It was all I could do. He had called me love, even if he didn't remember it - I would. He gazed into my face, and it was like he was looking into the eyes of his God. "I love you!", he sighed. My heart nearly burst. "I think I must have always loved you - I just was too fucking stupid to see it. Dom... (low and quiet)...do you love me?" "Love!", my voice cracked on the word. "I love you, I love you, my Lighe!" I put my arms around him, and held him close. The evening was warm, but we wouldn't have cared if it had been snowing, as we lay there, naked, in each other's arms. The stars peeked through the branches. We counted them for luck. Sixteen. Then he leant over me, raking my face with his eyes, scanning me, photographing me for his memories. Then he kissed me. And there was his heart, on his lips. From that moment, everything changed. I was his. He was mine. We were one. And then I cried. To cover it, I got the tissues and the face flannel out, and wiped him clean with the oil. He did the same for me. Then we wiped the oil off with the tissues, and dressed. We left the wood hand in hand. His fingers clutched mine as if he were going to lose me. I squeezed his, firmly. We would never lose each other again. Never. |