Dedicated to r.a.
He blew a ring of smoke into the cool, crisp evening air and looked up into the full moon. It was a lovely night. He should be proud.
He stood in the small almond orchard and looked at the moon framed between the trees.
The white light from the moon mirrored onto the blossoms making them seem white instead of pastel pink.
He continued to walk through the orchard casually glancing at the blossoms scattered in the dirt.
He took another drag from his cigarette and then crushed the butt underneath his heel.
Smoking was an irritating human habit that he had picked up, he thought.
Suffice it to say, smoking sometimes passed the time as he walked alone at night.
He was about to light another one when he saw her walking through the trees.
She was humming softly to herself oblivious to the world around her.
He watched her twirl a small pink blossom between her elegant fingers as she walked slowly through the orchard.
He inhaled sharply as his eyes followed her moving quietly through the trees.
As if pulled by some force of nature, he began to trail behind her.
He hadn't seen her in a long time but he would know her anywhere.
He hadn't changed much - so why would she?
She was tall and slender but still shorter than him by three inches.
She had long golden hair but in the moonlight it looked almost white.
Her slim frame and high breasts made her seem regal and untouchable but he had always admired the violet color of her eyes most of all.
She continued to hum and he could almost pick up a Celtic melody as he trailed behind her – his cigarette forgotten.
She continued in her own reverie until he stepped on a twig and she whirled around on him.
"Oh it's you," she gasped in surprise. "I haven't seen you in forever."
She smiled at him and he merely stared back at her.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
She smiled broadly this time and swung around to the moon.
"I was looking at the moon. It's so beautiful. Thank you," she said.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"The sun is just as lovely and without it nothing would grow," he said.
"Yes, but you can't look at it. And everyone adores the moon. Poems, songs and sonnets are written about it. People fall in love by the moon. The same can't be said about the sun," she argued.
She had turned back to him and he was mesmerized by her lips – full and bow shaped.
God, he thought. What he wouldn't give to drag her into the dirt and feel his cock push inside her. It was hopeless. But he had learned that long ago.
They began to walk together side by side as they had for a thousand nights and more.
There had been a time when they had been very close or as close as the circumstances would allow.
They had spent time together during the sunrise and sunset when it was possible and he had fallen deeply in love with her.
He had his share of women and most of them had been pleasurable but she was the one he had always wanted and never been able to have.
He had never known Oriana to have had a man.
She kept to herself and performed her job as was required but didn't socialize with the rest of them.
The others viewed her as snobby and the women hated her for her extraordinary beauty but he knew it was just her way.
In the beginning, they hadn't known of each others' existence.
They had each done their part never knowing about their other half.
A chance meeting had been the beginning of a friendship that had at first eased her loneliness and then begun to torment his soul.
He remembered their first meeting as if it was yesterday.
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He had undressed quickly and jumped naked into the pond. It was a half-moon summer night near 3 am with only the crickets around for company.
He swam to one end of the pond and back again before he realized he was not alone.
A woman was at the far end of the pond staring at him and almost bristling with unspent anger at his interruption.
He swam to her and was almost stunned by her beauty.
She stared back at him unflinching as his eyes swept over her body.
He watched enviously as the water lapped around her naked breasts and his fingers itched to pull down her blonde hair which was pinned back into a chignon.
She was lovely and regal but he was stunned by her violet-colored eyes that seemed onyx black in the low moon. He had never seen eyes like hers before.
She stared at him in an annoyed silence.
She had come to get away from the others and enjoy her privacy which she valued above all else.
She had been relaxing in the pond thinking about the day to come when the uncouth male had jumped into the water spoiling her quiet reverie.
He was tall with a lean physique, inky black hair and liquid brown eyes that would have stripped her naked if she wasn't already.
He could use a shave but the stubble seemed to enhance his dark moody looks, she thought absently.
His lips held a lopsided grin as he said arrogantly, "I'm Adrian."
Oriana almost smirked at his nonchalant way of seduction. He didn't know who he was dealing with, she thought.
She rolled her eyes and moved away from him in the water only to discover he was following her.
She turned quickly to face him almost brushing up against him.
"Look. I want to be alone. I'm not interested in a tumble, a lay, a roll in the hay, a fuck, a shag or whatever they are calling it now. Leave me alone. I'm warning you," Oriana said turning away from him.
"What about conversation. Are you interested in that? Or is that off limits too?" Adrian called after her.
Her laughter trickled out over the shallow water and she turned.
As if she would have anything in common with a human whose distant relative was a chimpanzee.
She moved swiftly in the water and came to rest before him.
The water moved around her breasts and Adrian swallowed hard as the light and water reflected off the delicate globes.
"So what conversation? What could you possibly tell me about the world that I don't already know?" Oriana quizzed him.
Stupid mortal, she thought irritatingly. They always thought they knew so much. In reality they knew so little.
Adrian smiled at her. She was a lovely woman all slim curves and righteous indignation. He knew within the hour he would be inside her tight little pussy.
"Do you know the Greek mythological story about the almond tree?" He asked her.
Oriana stared back at him waiting for the pompous male to tell her some idiot story. Humans were an irritating lot, she thought sharply.
"A woman was changed into an almond tree as a reward from the gods after her lover left her and she died from grief," he began.
Adrian moved in the water behind Oriana but didn't touch her. Instead, he continued to tell his tale.
Oriana was anticipating his touch on her body but it never came. He continued to tell his story breathing into her ear.
His mouth caused her skin to prickle from the cold and excitement.
"Apparently her lover eventually returned to her and found her as a leafless, flowerless tree," he said his breath moving along the soft shell of her ear.
Oriana knew she could mate with a mortal though she had never desired one.
Many of the others had taken lovers and sometimes married them but she had never desired one. She much preferred her self-induced solitude to mating.
The ability to bear children was forbidden and not possible – which was ironic –so she had come to view the whole aspect of coupling and intercourse as distasteful and unclean.
