Sunset, warm air. The car door slammed, and in a blur of raven hair and flowing crimson cotton sundress, she nearly danced past him.
"Come on," she hissed excitedly, her eyes sparkling madly, catching the light.
The grass flew past their feet as she pulled him along. Their laughter rang through the still August evening, hanging in the air like the fireflies that floated silently around them.
Young lovers, high on the thrill of summertime's end, stumbling down the hill under the twilit canopy of trees. Jade sunk to the ground, and Beck met her there. Breathless and blissful, they lay with limbs tangled, their skin kissed with a subtle sheen of sweat.
Jade closed her eyes, feeling the prickle of the grass on her legs and Beck's chest moving beneath her with every breath. In one swift movement she had turned and was leaning over him, the ends of her hair trailing on his unshaven face. His closed eyes fluttered. She leaned down and teased his lips with a light brush against her own.
"Hey gorgeous," he mumbled through a sleepy smile.
She sat up, watching over his relaxed expression, and loosened his white shirt by another button. "Come on," she repeated, "let's go! There's no one around."
Slowly, with grunts of unmotivated protests, Beck allowed her to help him to his feet. She was right; the small roadside nature park was quite vacant, save for the two of them.
With her cooing and urging, down they traipsed, to the edge of the slow moving stream. The water glinted invitingly, with tones of gold and green reflections of sun and trees, as it rippled over a smooth bed of stones.
Sweat playing on his brow and on the back of his neck, Beck surveyed the stream with something close to lust. It looked luxuriously cool and wonderful. Jade released his hand from hers.
With uninhibited eagerness, she shed her shoes and her thin dress, letting the fabric fall and pool around her feet. Her ivory skin was touched with pink at her shoulders and cheeks, and like at the end of every summer, a smattering of freckles had surfaced on those sun-kissed places. She turned to look at the boy who smiled at her as if she was the most radiant thing he'd ever seen.
She was nothing short of perfection to him. In a near dreamlike state, he took a mental picture of her smile against the background of the summer evening. He joined her in shedding clothing and inhibitions, and again hand in hand, they plunged into the cool and deep, in the knowledge that this was a summer night for the ages.