Sand and Kisses
The wind blew from across the bay, whipping her hair across her face and out behind her, streaming like a banner in the wind. Peter's hand was on her lower back, his chin resting on the top of her head. Mahlirra smiled. It was a beautiful day and the wet sand felt smooth and comfortable under her bare feet.
"What are you thinking?" Peter whispered to her, his breath tickling the top of her head. She turned to face him, resting her hands on his chest.
"That I'm so happy," She said, looking up at him, "So very happy."
He smiled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in towards him, and placed a kiss on her forehead. She moved her hands up his chest and entwined them around his neck, weaving her fingers into his hair and pulling his head down towards her. She hesitated before kissing him lightly on the lips, teasing him with her closeness. He sighed and reached up to touch her cheek.
"You're so beautiful." He said, stroking her face and tucking a stray hair behind her ear. She blushed a little at this and looked down, smiling despite herself. He lifted her chin, pulling her face up to look at him. Then he leant down and kissed her full on the lips, taking her face in his hands as he did.
"Peter!"
They broke apart, looking up to see King Edmund galloping over on his black stallion, riding across the sand towards them.
"Edmund," Peter said, moving towards his brother, "What is it?"
"It's Lucy," he said, pulling his horse to a halt next to them, "And Ellen – they've been attacked by werewolves!"
A/N: This little drabble is linked in to my longer story 'Roots of Blood' - in which you can find out all about Mahlirra the half-dryad and Ellen the escaped slave. I will be updating that one soon but this was just in my head - it's where Peter and Mahlirra were when they found out that Ellen and Lucy had been attacked by the werewolves.
I hope you enjoyed reading it and all reviews are highly appreciated.
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