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Date Posted: 16:55:52 05/03/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: Destiny II - Chapter 4
In reply to: Loveroy 's message, "Destiny II - 1" on 16:49:07 05/03/02 Fri

Honeymoons sometimes are full of angst. There are the new or virgin lovers - although those are a rare occurrence in this day and age. There are the exhausted lovers - big weddings, loads of partying, overextending one selves and so on. There are the outside conditions that may cause angst - weather, health, family, friends, war, pestilence and the other Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

But usually honeymoons are full of wonderful moments. The memories created to be treasured forever. And certainly this was the case with our favorite lovers. The cleansing confessions of moments before; the necessary arrangements for indispensable time with friend and foe – all done with grace, finesse and alacrity. The lovers ready, sex toys in hand, off they went into their own epoch.

The stone lodge on the property dated back hundreds of years. Although close enough from the main compound for security reasons, it was far enough to insure its privacy. The cottage sat in a clearing surrounded by a forest in the shores of a babbling brook that traveled noisily to an impressive waterfall. The cascading waters close enough to see from the large window that had been replaced years before with a glass pane.

The building solid, old, but certainly with all the modern facilities that would serve to make the honeymooners comfortable. They’d travel to the locale on horseback; his black like a starless night, hers white like the light she brought to his life. The lush landscaping aligning the perimeter wild, but somehow manicured. An engaging place for a spellbinding time with an enchanting couple!

The bride had checked the place out while the groom busied himself with starting a fire, firing up the generator, opening windows, preparing a bath. The tub, an old cast iron and brass clawed vessel sat daintily in the middle of the kitchen area in the one room house. The bed with its brass ornate headboard covered in hand-embroidered linens and plush leather mattress. The sofa, the dining table, the chairs, the ottoman all covered in velvets and silks – the place very white, direly regal, extremely elegant and intensely romantic.

After carrying his wife over the threshold, the husband then re-entered transporting more firewood. She gasped as she saw him release the horses and sending them galloping back to where they’d come from. The wild flowers she’d gathered pilled in her arms threatened to spill as she slightly jumped.

“Don’t worry” he called out, “they’ll be back soon enough - in a couple of days…you’ll see”.

She nodded her head and entered again floating petals in the boiling water he had filled the tub with. The fragrance of the crushed flowers was filling the space with an intoxicating aroma. She turned when he entered, his muscled arms rippling with the exertion of carrying the wood. She smiled shyly, her sky blue eyes dancing with the joy of the moment.

“If we could always stay here…” She thought out loud.

His intensely green stare made her a bit timorous. She saw need and devotion in those wonderful eyes. His indescribably handsome face scrutinizing her every move, like a predatory animal in desperate need of the kill.

“I love you Kita…is the water ready?” He asked, almost mundanely when he saw her touch the bath water.

“Not yet.” She whispered as she winced from the intensity of the heat.

He was at her side in a flash, taking the affected hand and bringing it to his lips. With closed eyes and devotion he touched it to his mouth and tenderly kissed the red patch better. He had started the music an instant before and the soft sounds of a French ballad filled the one room environment. He engulfed her in his arms and together they commenced a silent dance that would start them on the road to Paradise.

“You know you are my Prince Charming…” She saucily said as she kissed his mouth with devotion.

He smiled - his rare and priceless mouth in the most provocative of moves, eyes shuddered for a brief spans. “This is the beginning of our fairy tale.”

She moved one of the hands that caressed his neck to caress his fascinating lower lip. The princess bride whispered kissing her prince with a calenture that sucked the oxygen from his lungs and the actuality from her brain, she suspired “One upon a time…”

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  • Destiny II - Chapter 5 NC17 -- Repost Fairy, 16:57:05 05/03/02 Fri
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