The Never Ending Story
Act 7.
He moved first - to pour them more wine and to get the blanket from the backpack. It worked to dry and to cover them for, at some point, the rain had stopped - leaving a blue marble sky and a flawless rainbow in it's wake. As she warmed and her skin dried he passed her some baby wipes and she searched in vain for some sticky body part to clean. The rain had washed her skin and her body had simply consumed and absorbed anything on the inside. Her lemon lacies hung on a tall fern frond several yards down the hill and he held her in his strong arms while they both sipped their wine. There was a new understanding between them that had grown from their passion together and yet was neither physical nor sexual.
In quiet wonderment at the natural scenic beauty which filled their gaze, they realised quietly that this hilltop thundersex had acted as a total cleansing process, removing the accumulated stress and guilt and insecurities of each of their lives, before and during each other... washing them away down the hillside.
All the pent-up energy of their storm together was dissolved in the clean rain and in the love that they had shared so abruptly and openly high on a soft green hillside in the summer sun-shower They were dressed and almost completely down the hill before either one of them dared to break the spell and spoke
"It was the rain", she said.."and the wine, of course".
"and I love you too", he replied.
And they always will.
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