A spring morning, the sky crystal clear as the sun beats down on the rolling fields and hills below, rich untouched grass as far as the eye can see.
A shallow valley in between two gentle hills, a shady, hidden hollow away from the worries and cares of the world.
A small thicket of trees stands guard, providing a cool respite from the constant sunlight.
Two figures sitting in a low branch of the widest tree, arms wrapped around each
other, each lost in the other.
The soft, gentle caress of hands against flesh and fabric. Oblivious to the rest of the world, to anything other than each other and this small slice of paradise.
A whispered comment, a quick movement of a hand and he drops to the ground, her
silk neckerchief fluttering from his fingers.
A cry of mock outrage as she drops to the ground and chases him out into the light,
luxuriating in the movement, laughing in pleasure at the pure, simple joy of the chase.
A blur of energy and they fall to the ground, her arms wrapped around his waist, her hands reaching for her prize.
His hands drop to her waist, holding the scarf behind her, out of reach while pulling her close, their bodies pressed close.
Her eyes on his, her hands running slowly down his body, over his chest and down.
Her fingers digging into his ribs, his surprised gasp of laughter, his hands struggling to pull back from behind her to defend himself.
Her grin as she digs in, her voice teasing him as he laughs into the clear air, the sound flowing over their hideaway.
His body twisting to escape, the effort to pull his arm free, her surprised cry as he brings his hand up to the hollow under her arm.
The laughter as they gently roll down the hill, locked together as they tease their
senses, the tantalising, fleeting touch of skin on skin, their laughter wrapped around them like a blanket.
Her body sliding on top of his at the bottom of the hill, her legs wrapping around his, holding him tight.
His hands behind her, the scarf gently wrapped around her wrist, tied for safekeeping.
His hands on her back, gently pressing down.
Her head moving down towards his, her eyes locked on his, her hands moving up to cradle his head.
Their kiss.
Two figures lying on the ground, a dark spot against the sea of green.
A sea that stretches to the horizon
A shallow valley in between two gentle hills, a shady, hidden hollow away from the worries and cares of the world.
A small thicket of trees stands guard, providing a cool respite from the constant sunlight.
Two figures sitting in a low branch of the widest tree, arms wrapped around each
other, each lost in the other.
The soft, gentle caress of hands against flesh and fabric. Oblivious to the rest of the world, to anything other than each other and this small slice of paradise.
A whispered comment, a quick movement of a hand and he drops to the ground, her
silk neckerchief fluttering from his fingers.
A cry of mock outrage as she drops to the ground and chases him out into the light,
luxuriating in the movement, laughing in pleasure at the pure, simple joy of the chase.
A blur of energy and they fall to the ground, her arms wrapped around his waist, her hands reaching for her prize.
His hands drop to her waist, holding the scarf behind her, out of reach while pulling her close, their bodies pressed close.
Her eyes on his, her hands running slowly down his body, over his chest and down.
Her fingers digging into his ribs, his surprised gasp of laughter, his hands struggling to pull back from behind her to defend himself.
Her grin as she digs in, her voice teasing him as he laughs into the clear air, the sound flowing over their hideaway.
His body twisting to escape, the effort to pull his arm free, her surprised cry as he brings his hand up to the hollow under her arm.
The laughter as they gently roll down the hill, locked together as they tease their
senses, the tantalising, fleeting touch of skin on skin, their laughter wrapped around them like a blanket.
Her body sliding on top of his at the bottom of the hill, her legs wrapping around his, holding him tight.
His hands behind her, the scarf gently wrapped around her wrist, tied for safekeeping.
His hands on her back, gently pressing down.
Her head moving down towards his, her eyes locked on his, her hands moving up to cradle his head.
Their kiss.
Two figures lying on the ground, a dark spot against the sea of green.
A sea that stretches to the horizon
