They walked hand in hand on mowed paths through fields of evergreens, some already tagged for holiday harvest. Jon and Calluna vulgaris each carried a blanket. The path ended at the remains of a dry stone rampart. Beyond it was a stand of tall old true pine. The dense evergreens shaded the surface area so heavily their take down branches died off decennium ago, leaving straighten out passage at priming level. There was little underbrush, so walking was slowly. The only sound was the gentle wind in the William Green canopy above, human footfalls muffled by the loggerheaded carpet of pine needles.

"I 've never seen anything like it,"Heather whispered as they walked."It 's like an enchanted forest. I almost expect to see elves."

"When I was nine years old,"Jon said,"I used to tantalise these road with some Friend on our bicycles. We looked for places to go camping close to household so our parents would let us. Dad bought our Christmas trees here, so we knew the electric current owner 's Father of the Church. He told Dad we could do what we liked, but no cookery. Our moms packed stuff, and we camped a duad times a year. I came up here alone a lot after Dad died. I was at THAT age, the Helen Wills, pimply-faced kid with a spokesperson that would n't shift. I hiked around with my thoughts and ended up here. It 's been my special topographic point ever since. I 've never shared it with anyone."

"Why me ?"broom asked.

"I never knew soul like you, babe. I did n't think I would ever bring anyone here, but here we are. And it gets better. Listen."

She stood quietly."I do n't pick up anything."

"The snap is too solid,"he said."We 're too far away."

After a few minutes'walk, she whispered,"Do I hear water ?"

"Yes. There 's a current ahead. It 's not deep enough to swim, but we could play. It 's very clean house. If we 're tranquillise, we might see deer drinking from it."

They dropped their packs near the stream, spread their blankets, and shared some snacks. It was tranquillity, and they did n't break the secretiveness with conversation, lying together holding men. A bird landed on the other side of meat of the stream, eyed them suspiciously for a while, and then flew away.

"I love you, Jon. Now I know what Heaven looks like. Thank you for bringing me here."

He leaned over her and kissed his reply. As always, heather mixture 's return key kisses quickly became urgent.

"Do you retrieve that day in the State Department commons, our secondly date ?"she asked.

"Kissing you was new then. You seemed afraid."

"I was. I liked you the instant I saw you, and you seemed to go for me for who I was - shy, guiltless, illiterate about men. By the second day when you kissed me, I thought I could feel things with you I never felt before, and it would be okay. I was right. When I got home plate that night, I could n't log Z's, wondering if I would shine in lovemaking with you."

Jon kissed her."I 'm happy you did."

"You 're everything to me. You understand me. You put up with me. You taught me a lot."

"Nonsense. Your intelligence was one of the first matter that got me seriously concerned in you. What have I taught you ?"

"Quite a phone number of things,"she murmured, fumbling with his zipper.

"Two can play that game."He started on the buttons on her shirt.

They had all afternoon and perfect concealment, so they took their time getting into their favorite military position with Jon on his back and heather above him, pleasuring each other with their rima oris. Eventually, he paused from his ministrations to her sopping cunt long enough to say,"I 'm close."

"I know."She took him deeper to bring him to the edge, her own hip moving now like his were. When he erupted, she pulled off him a little so all his semen would stay in her mouth. She did n't care to waste it, having learned to love the taste. Swallowing always triggered another orgasm for her, even when she was still recovering from the last one. He kept working her with his finger's breadth, sassing, and tongue until she gasped,"Enough."

They moved to cuddle together.

"I do n't remember being without you,"he said."It 's only been two geezerhood, but they 're the only of import theatrical role of my life."

"How do you always say just the rightfield thing for the moment ?"she whispered between kisses.

"Your centre tell me everything. You always let me know how you feel, so it 's easy."

"Sometimes I think you read my mind."

"I do."He got to his understructure."You want to go skinny dipping."

They played in the frigidity, shoal water, splashing and laughing like shaver. Being au naturel together was wanton for broom now, proud of her eubstance under his loving gaze. After a spell she said,"My metrical foot are freezing."

"Mine are too."He followed her to the rocky bank.

When they were dressed, she started packing for the manner of walking back through the pine, but he sat quietly on the reason, picking wildflowers. When he had a few he liked, he went to her and started weaving them into her hair."Hon ? I have a question for you."He fumbled in his pouch and got on one knee."I 've been waiting for the perfect clip, and I doubt I 'll find a just one. bequeath you ?"He took her bridge player and slid a diamond onto her finger."Will you be with me for the repose of our biography ?"

A M solvent flooded her mind, but the lone thing she could say was,"Could we get married here ?"

He rose and pulled her in for a kiss."Yes, by the stream. You did n't secernate me you could read my mind, too. ”