"One Moonlit Night"
by Sara Jaye
For the 30 Country Songs challenge on LJ.
Although his heart was broken the morning after that warm moonlit night, he'll always remember it with a smile.
They sat alone in a field, his arms wrapped around her waist and her head on his shoulder.
"This is really nice. I really love being with you like this, Heath," she murmured.
He'll never forget how beautiful she looked that night.
The moon and the stars lit up the midnight sky, but her smile outshone them all.
The sound of her voice.
"I love you," she whispered, her breath warm on his neck.
"I love you too, Priscilla." Heath closed his eyes, laying a kiss on her forehead. It seemed like they'd been sitting out there for hours. Or had it even been an hour? Neither seemed to be keeping track of the time. Perhaps if they lost track of time, this wouldn't end.
The way she felt in his arms.
"Priscilla, I-" he began. She cut him off with a kiss.
"Don't," she whispered. "Tonight I just want to forget everything else...everything except us..." Another kiss, longer this time. "If all we have is tonight, I want to make it count..." Her hands flew to the closures on his tunic, and he reaches to stop her. "Priscilla, are you sure...? Maybe we shouldn't..." "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she whispered, rolling to her side and taking him with her. Her body is warm against his, and his heartbeat quickens. He kisses her. "I want you so badly," he confesses. She takes his hand and places it on her breast. "Then take me."
The taste of her kisses, the smell of her skin, the sound of her cries of passion are still vivid in his mind. When he closes his eyes, it's almost as if he's back in that field with her.
As soon as the sun rose, he knew their time was up.
"Goodbye, Priscilla...don't ever forget me," he told her as she cried. "I'll always love you." "Farewell, Heath." They both wish time could have stopped forever that night. But time must march on.
He now lives in a small cottage in Ilia, and his heart aches knowing he never saw her again after that, and probably never will.
Sometimes he asks himself if he'd be better off having never spent that last night with her.
The answer is always no.