Dim light in his basement, female hands guiding his so valuable tool and shaping the bright wood. He stood behind her, one arm surrounding her with his hand resting on her belly, the other hand holding his cup with scotch. Over her shoulder he watched her working skilfully, smoothing the wood under her touch. He closed his eyes, just listened to the sounds the tool made and concentrated totally on what his senses told him: the smell of wood and Scotch and the woman in front of him, the feel of her muscles tensing and relaxing with each stroke she placed on the material. He didn't need to guide her or show her how to use the tools, she had already done it way too often to make this necessary.

He brushed her long red hair from her shoulder, placed a soft kiss on her neck and she stopped in her movement. She turned her head just a little and gave him a smile. Slowly he placed the cup beside him on the workbench and let his hand slide along her arm until his hand covered hers. Then he carefully took the tool from her hand and placed it beside the mug. Before he could return his hand to hers she turned in his arm and looked at him. He brought both her arms over her head and grasped her wrists with one hand against the rib of the boat while the other one slid down her side and finally stopped resting on her hip.

When he leaned in closer to place a kiss on her lips, she pulled a hand from his grip and placed her index on his lips. She turned her head and he followed her gaze, seeing the small TV standing in the middle between the ribs of the boat. Some people were starting to shout numbers in unison, a countdown. He looked back to the woman in front of him. She formed each number the people said with her lips and met his gaze. "Five…Four…Three…Two…One…" with a quick movement she closed the gap between them and kissed him passionately. Getting lost in the kiss he let go of her hand and she embraced his neck to pull him closer. Gently he placed his hands on her hip and lifted her, pressing her back against the wooden beam, so that her legs came around him and her feet locked behind his back. Breaking the kiss for a moment their eyes met again. "Hey…" she whispered breathlessly, "Happy New year…"