I awaken, it seems to be a new dawn; but every day is the same none the less. I wait and continue to do so, wishing for an opportune time to have something interesting to say. I long for a time where affection is wanted and shown. I thought it was what I could hold onto but it seems it was something I only once had. Carrying my head high, feeling as though I am in a lie, I carry on. I look up and stare into the most beautiful eyes, as they always were, filled with mystery and an uneasy sense. I wonder what thought fly threw and which are not spoken. Is there something that has changed, something I have missed?
No longer are the days what they were. Small things that mattered are less and less visible, and the important ones have gone. Am I expecting too much? Possibly, but how can I tell without asking? I say nothing and continue staring. Sometimes it seems the eyes drift away, but not often, and not for long.
It bothers me but I don't let it get to me for more then moments. I still have that longing feeling, the want, and the need. I take a step closer, I have to touch him, taste him, I want him still. I do not sense hesitation, as I thought I might, but there is something cold and unspoken between us. Perhaps it's all still in my mind and I have thought it over too much and there is nothing wrong.
Maybe the coldness lies within me and I am afraid to admit it yet. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. They seem stiff from the day's battle, and the stresses of conversations are still hindering his mood. I only want to soothe him. I draw him closer, nestling my head upon his chest.
I can hear his heart beat dimly from under his armor, it is strong and steady; it still has the familiar beat of the first time I heard it. His arm makes its way across my back; I hear a slight sigh of relief and a long sigh as he holds me. It is as if he is letting go, slowly, of all the day behind us and giving into the comfort I wished to bestow. On the beach the sunset is falling and the night sky seems to be coming rapidly. I pull a blanket from my pack, and lay it on the ground, asking him to sit with me. A crazy idea he believes it at first, but if I have my way, a momentous one it shall become.
We sit together, staring into the sky, comfortable in a silence, so it seems. I am laid across his chest and his arm still wraps around my shoulders. I feel as if it should be where I belong, but I am still unsure. This worries me and I know he can detect that other things have crossed my mind as we lay together.
"What's on your mind?" he asks.
Dreading bringing up any insecurity I ask about opinions of battles yet to come and recent events until I am sure the subject is no longer me. When there seem to be no more words needing to spoken, I anchor myself up on top of him, looking in his eyes once again. I bring my lips upon his and slowly let all my worries go, as slide my tongue in his mouth. I sit across him and let my kisses linger, biting and nibbling his lips. I can feel my pressure and temperature rising. His hands fondle my hair and move up and down my back at times pulling me closer, then others relaxing.
The people walk past us; some stop to stare, other make comments our ears do not hear. We continue falling into each other, singing a lyricless song. I can not help but grind my hips against him. I feel one of his arms moving off my body, it seems he too does not want less then what the moment could bring. He pulls his blanket from his pack all the while keeping his lips pressed firmly against mine.
He drapes it over us and I feel his hands once again against me. This time they find the front of my robe where the belt fastens it closed. His fingers pull on the tie and loosen it more then enough to feel my flesh. I glide my hands down his steely chest, barely managing to grip his buckle in my hands.
