“Sean…it was nice by the fire,” I partly whine with a giggle. He turns only to quiet me with a hungry kiss. The kiss reminds me of the day I stayed behind in the caves. So much wanting and desire as if he was trying to kiss the tip of my heart. His hands hold my face. I can taste the salt from his lips. The sweat he spent while constructing part of our den and still smell the rich earth clinging to him.

The sound of trickling water is close by. “Let me get cleaned up…” Giggling all the while I take the clothing he strips away. The dark hides his embarrassed moves. His pale arse glows the same color as the waning moon in the sky. He wanders off in the dark. I can hear him splashing, gasping and a whimpery laughter that threatens to come dunk me in the cold water if I continue my laughing. He doesn’t even know I can see him perfectly in the dark, a red, sinewy silhouette.

Mere moments pass and he’s shivering and chattering up a storm. “Winter Mist…Winter Mist…hey this ain’t funny! Where you at?!” I’ve found a nice soft spot and shed my clothes as well. I step from around my hiding spot. My skin catches the faintest motes of the moon as little vapors of wisp rise off my skin. My long hair is unbound. Toad starts singing from somewhere behind me. This causes me to giggle deeper. My body tightens as the cold kisses me from all angles.

Slowly, but surely my husband picks his way over, not saying a word. Again he takes my face in his hands with a feather light kiss on my lips. I can smell the water on him, no longer the earth or sweat on him. His kisses trail their way down and he kneels at my belly, so tenderly I did not know he could be like that. He buries his face into the softer part of my belly his hands at my hips. For a long while he stays there. I’m not sure what he’s doing, making a memory of this night.

This time I offer my hand and lead him to our bed of night and blanket of stars. Hands are gently roving, making sure each curve is caressed just as the last one. Kisses are deep. Some are teasingly placed to cause a low moan or pleasurable sigh. My hair is pillow then a halo. Love whispers are passed from mouth to ear, mouth to heart, mouth to belly, mouth to…

I call his name softly as his kisses find the most sensitive parts of my ears. I’ve melted completely against him as we lay on our sides. My leg finds its’ way to his hip and slides down the back of his leg. I flip him unto his back. I smile down at my husband. He takes my hands in his, kissing my palms. A deep moan escapes me. I free my hands from his. One lies on his chest, the other glides down for guiding…

The night is cold, but we’ve been feeding a fire. There’s a different kind of urgency than the last time we had in the cave.

“My love…will you have me,” I whisper…