Love


Written for the 10_quotes community at LJ, inspired by the quote "The fragrant mystery of your body is great than the mystery of life," from the movie "Intolerance".


Mary lay in bed with Bert the morning after their wedding, four months after she had left Jack, four months after she had miscarried. Mary's divorce had gone through surprisingly quickly, and a week after her divorce was finalised, they were married.

They couldn't afford a honeymoon – unlike Jack, Bert was not very well-off. So they stayed in his – well, their – flat, making up for lost time.

"Oh, Mary," he sighed, running his fingers through her thick brown hair. "I love you so."

"And I love you, Bert," she said, stroking his chest.

"You know, Mary, the fragrant mystery of your body is great than the mystery of life," he whispered.

She smiled up at him. "I highly doubt that, Bert," she said.

"Oh, no, it is true," he contradicted her, running his hand along her back, caressing her smooth skin. She smiled softly at him, moving closer to him. "I love you so much, my darling Mary."

"I love you, Bert," she replied. "I'm so glad, ever so glad that we are married."

"As am I, my love," he said. "Finally, after all these years – after all my stupidity, not proposing to you sooner – we are wed."

"It was my fault, too," she said. "I should not have placed my duties before our love."

"Let's leave that in the past, eh, my love?" he suggested.

"All right," she agreed, nodding. "Let's begin a new life."

"Sounds lovely, my Mary," he said.

"It does, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does," he said, kissing her lips lightly. "A new life for the two of us, just you and me."

"You and me," she sighed happily. "Just you and me. Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Alfred."

"Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Alfred," he echoed. "I love you, Mrs. Alfred."

"I love you, too," she whispered. "I love you, too."