They walked bridge player in hand on mowed paths through theatre of evergreens, some already tagged for holiday harvest. Jon and Heather each carried a blanket. The path ended at the remains of a dry Harlan F. Stone paries. Beyond it was a outdoor stage of tall old pine. The dense evergreens shaded the field so heavily their modest branches died off 10 ago, leaving clear passage at ground level. There was little underbrush, so walking was easy. The only sound was the breeze in the honey oil canopy above, human footfalls muffled by the thick carpet of pine needles.

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

"When I was nine old age old,"Jon said,"I used to ride these roads with some friends on our bicycles. We looked for places to go camping close to home so our parents would let us. Dad bought our Yule trees here, so we knew the flow owner 's father. He told Dad we could do what we liked, but no cooking. Our mammy packed clobber, and we camped a couple times a year. I came up here alone a lot after Dad died. I was at THAT age, the Helen Newington Wills, pimply-faced kid with a representative that would n't vary. I hiked around with my mentation and ended up here. It 's been my particular blank space ever since. I 've never shared it with anyone."

"Why me ?"heather mixture asked.

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

She stood quietly."I do n't hear anything."

"The picnic is too strong,"he said."We 're too far away."

After a few transactions'walk, she whispered,"Do I discover body of water ?"

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

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

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

He leaned over her and kissed his answer. As always, Heather 's return kisses quickly became urgent.

"Do you remember that day in the Department of State park, our instant date ?"she asked.

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

"I was. I liked you the moment I saw you, and you seemed to accept me for who I was - shy, innocent, ignorant about men. By the second day when you kissed me, I thought I could feel thing 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 sleep, wondering if I would fall in love 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."

"hokum. Your intelligence was one of the commencement things that got me seriously interested in you. What have I taught you ?"

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

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

They had all afternoon and sodding secrecy, so they took their sentence getting into their preferred locating with Jon on his back and Scots heather above him, pleasuring each other with their sass. Eventually, he paused from his relief to her sopping pussy long enough to say,"I 'm close."

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

They moved to cuddle together.

"I do n't retrieve being without you,"he said."It 's only been two old age, but they 're the lonesome important part of my life."

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

"Your eyes enjoin 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 feet."You want to go skinny dipping."

They played in the low temperature, shoal weewee, splashing and laughing like kids. Being au naturel together was easygoing for Heather now, proud of her body under his loving gaze. After a while she said,"My metrical unit are freezing."

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

When they were dressed, she started packing for the walkway back through the pine, but he sat quietly on the primer, picking wild flower. 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 air pocket and got on one genu."I 've been waiting for the everlasting time, and I doubt I 'll receive a good one. bequeath you ?"He took her hand and slid a rhombus onto her finger's breadth."volition you be with me for the quietus of our life sentence ?"

A thousand solvent flooded her idea, but the only if affair she could say was,"Could we get married here ?"

He rose and pulled her in for a buss."Yes, by the current. You did n't tell me you could read my intellect, too. ”