In the finite confines of the village, there was no place that Winifred could go where Bob could not find her. Their bond was more than just heart to heart; they were soul mates, two halves of a whole. He need only close his eyes and reach out to his Lady, willing himself to join her.
With a flash of orange and black flame, he was instantly transported to her side. This he expected.
What he did not expect was to find himself suddenly standing in the midst what appeared to be a glass-walled, life-size terrarium.
Bob bent to examine the flowers, recognizing (or so he thought) the one that had struggled to rise from the frosted ground at Christmas tide. "They're thriving. But then," he continued with a smile for his Lady, "I would have expected nothing less from your ministrations. Did you brought them here?"
"I have never seen the like! Imagine! Glass walls and trees growing indoors. It is fantasical."
Winifred smiled back, quite thrilled to be sharing this with her beloved. "I followed them here. As I was about to leave the park, and my little garden, I saw a flash of light and turned to see them disappearing into the ground.I was not happy."
That was an understatement.
"So I tried to stop what was happening and I was pulled along to here. I can only imagine that the village felt they belonged in this place.
"Come, look at the waterfall and the pool beneath. There is a stream and a little bridge and colorful, fat fish. Come!"
She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the waterfall, full of child-like excitement.
He allowed himself to be pulled along behind her, delighted more by her excitement and wonderment than the facility itself. Still, he had to admit it was rather spectacular and exotic.
"It is quite enchanting," he agreed as they stood on the edge of the pool to watch the sparkling cascade of water. "Like it's mistress." He lifted her hand and kissed her fingertips. "Congratulations, beloved. What will you call it?"
She looked up from the glimmering, turbulent surface of the pool and sought his blue eyes with her green as he kissed her fingertips. "Ah, beautiful words, my lord," she replied softly, lips curving into a grin. "This 'n arddun ardda seems to have already been named. So says the lettering over the door. And just as well."
She tipped up on her toes and just touched his lips with hers before glancing over his shoulder. "Oh, how splendid! Hrothbert, there, just behind you, on that very large leaf, a tiny blue tree frog!"
Bob would have preferred a kiss with a bit more involvement but he would gainsay his lady nothing, least of all the delight of discovery as she continued to explore this new establishment.
"So it is," Bob agreed as he turned to look at the small amphibian. And there," he continued, pointing toward a gentle flutter of color. "A monarch butterfly, if I am not mistaken."
Winifred looked where he pointed. "It is, yes. Lovely," she sighed, regarding the king of butterflies with delight. "Do you know that there is a room filled with a veritable rainbow of them? It is a 'living butterfly exhibit'!"
She took his hand, then, and leaned against him, simply letting herself drink in the beauty of her surroundings.
"I did not know." How could he? Bob was as surprised as his Lady but no less grateful to the village for this delightful diversion on her behalf.
He turned to kiss her cheek as she leaned against him. "The village has made an excellent choice in venue. A place of beauty where you can nurture both nature and educate minds. It suits you well, my heart."
"Thank you, cariad," Winifred said, tilting her head back against his shoulder. "You do realize, do you not, that it will mean that I may become quite busy...."
She trailed a finger along his jawline and arced one fine black brow, lips quirking up at the corners in a tiny grin.
"Say you so?" A firm arm about her slender waist drew her close. "How can I compete for your time in the face of such wonders?" Bob leaned forward slightly and kissed her finger then, lower, her full, enticing lips. "I do so love a challenge."
Winifred turned into him fully, sliding her hands over his shoulders and behind his neck, tangling her fingers in his silvery hair. "Do you?" she murmured, pulling back just enough to say the words against his lips.
She nipped his lower lip playfully, then soothed it with the tip of her tongue. "I do as well. Perhaps you know a way to... convince... me?"
"I might at that," he said, his voice a bit huskier than a moment before. "Shall we see, my Lady?"
Bob let his palms slide slowly up her back, tracing the curve of her spine as he pressed himself to her. She could not help but feel his desire but, in case there was any doubt, he captured her lips with his own for a passionate kiss.
It was probably a very good thing that neither one needed to breath, for he lingered over their kiss even as his hands itched to caress more intimate places.
"Oh, yes, love." She looked deeply into his eyes. "Please."
Winifred arched her back and moved against him slowly and sensually as his hands stroked up her spine, nearly purring in pleasure, quite intimately aware of his desire and aching to sate her own.
Mindful, in a hazy, passion-clouded way, of their surroundings, she decided it would be prudent to move to a more secluded location.
Mmmmm... perhaps... yes... this once they would stay on this plane.
Reluctantly, she broke away from his kiss. "My Lord," Winifred said mischievously, leading him by the arm with a bit of urgency, "let me show you the lovely little grotto behind the waterfall."
With any luck, the sound of falling water would be enough to... well... it should be enough.
With a flash of orange and black flame, he was instantly transported to her side. This he expected.
What he did not expect was to find himself suddenly standing in the midst what appeared to be a glass-walled, life-size terrarium.
"Well! This is new."
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Bob bent to examine the flowers, recognizing (or so he thought) the one that had struggled to rise from the frosted ground at Christmas tide. "They're thriving. But then," he continued with a smile for his Lady, "I would have expected nothing less from your ministrations. Did you brought them here?"
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Winifred smiled back, quite thrilled to be sharing this with her beloved. "I followed them here. As I was about to leave the park, and my little garden, I saw a flash of light and turned to see them disappearing into the ground.I was not happy."
That was an understatement.
"So I tried to stop what was happening and I was pulled along to here. I can only imagine that the village felt they belonged in this place.
"Come, look at the waterfall and the pool beneath. There is a stream and a little bridge and colorful, fat fish. Come!"
She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the waterfall, full of child-like excitement.
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"It is quite enchanting," he agreed as they stood on the edge of the pool to watch the sparkling cascade of water. "Like it's mistress." He lifted her hand and kissed her fingertips. "Congratulations, beloved. What will you call it?"
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She tipped up on her toes and just touched his lips with hers before glancing over his shoulder. "Oh, how splendid! Hrothbert, there, just behind you, on that very large leaf, a tiny blue tree frog!"
[Welsh = beautiful garden ]
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"So it is," Bob agreed as he turned to look at the small amphibian. And there," he continued, pointing toward a gentle flutter of color. "A monarch butterfly, if I am not mistaken."
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She took his hand, then, and leaned against him, simply letting herself drink in the beauty of her surroundings.
How had she gotten so fortunate?
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He turned to kiss her cheek as she leaned against him. "The village has made an excellent choice in venue. A place of beauty where you can nurture both nature and educate minds. It suits you well, my heart."
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She trailed a finger along his jawline and arced one fine black brow, lips quirking up at the corners in a tiny grin.
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She nipped his lower lip playfully, then soothed it with the tip of her tongue. "I do as well. Perhaps you know a way to... convince... me?"
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Bob let his palms slide slowly up her back, tracing the curve of her spine as he pressed himself to her. She could not help but feel his desire but, in case there was any doubt, he captured her lips with his own for a passionate kiss.
It was probably a very good thing that neither one needed to breath, for he lingered over their kiss even as his hands itched to caress more intimate places.
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Winifred arched her back and moved against him slowly and sensually as his hands stroked up her spine, nearly purring in pleasure, quite intimately aware of his desire and aching to sate her own.
Mindful, in a hazy, passion-clouded way, of their surroundings, she decided it would be prudent to move to a more secluded location.
Mmmmm... perhaps... yes... this once they would stay on this plane.
Reluctantly, she broke away from his kiss. "My Lord," Winifred said mischievously, leading him by the arm with a bit of urgency, "let me show you the lovely little grotto behind the waterfall."
With any luck, the sound of falling water would be enough to... well... it should be enough.
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