Yes, I know. This is a new one. It's better for the story if its like this. So read this and forget the other one.
Her eyes are as green as a new bud on a rose bush
Her eyes are as green as a new bud on a rose bush. Her torn thin emerald dress, faded from use and age catches the air as she runs. The smell of the past storm reaches my nose as she takes my hand and runs. Her fingers are cold but sure as she leads me further into the dark woods that I am unsure about. The weight of the rain has taken her golden curls and make them but a wrinkle. She is beautiful, and her movements make me wish she were still for they make me want to leap for her. Her smile as she turns to me is captivating and it turns to a laugh as she runs quicker and I struggle to keep up. The path is muddy and her bare feet are brown from it. The sleeping trees around us give me a run-away feeling. They are twisted and black, the fog is thick and I can't see only a few feet in front of me. The sky is gray still recovering from its rain of tears, but the clear night sky peeks from behind it giving hope for a better day then the last.
We reach the top of the hill and the moon peers out and sheds light on the ground and trees. The fog is clearing and it is easier to see her and the path. She stops and I'm beside her trembling from the run and excited to be close to her. I don't know her name, and I'm not sure if she knows mine. Her fingers slip out of mine and it's all I can do to pull them back. The moonlight makes her wet hair shine and her eyes shimmer with the light on them. She smiles again and runs to the left where the darkness swallows her and she is gone. Confused I run after her, though I am sure as I run my feet know what to do and my mind is just obeying. I have never been here, but it would seem that I have. Soon the fog is back and I'm tripping over roots and low hanging vines hit my face. I hear her giggle to my left and I turn to see her, and not looking at where I'm going I trip over a protruding root and fall on my hands and knees. She giggles again when I fall. I look up at her and see her hands on her knees, her heir hanging near my face. I can see her corset where her dress is torn at her abdomen. Its pale color now dirty caches my eye and I can't look away. It immodest but I can't do anything but stare, she is beautiful and I would love to see and feel her skin. She smiles and gives a hand to help me up. I take it and feel her strong arm pull me up with a surprising strength. Once up I see where we are. The Lake. Her feet are in it as soon as she knows I'm fine. I stand there hypnotized. The moons reflection in the water, her silhouette, and the cool air on my face, is a lullaby and I'm soon in the water. The coldness of it takes my breath away, but it does not seem to bother her. Her dress is flouting around her and soon she takes it off. With nothing but her corset and under dress I see her shoulders. Curved perfectly they shine from the moonlight. She lets down the rest of her heir and it lays gently on her back and shoulders. I'm frozen, never seen such a beautiful figure, such a peaceful place and girl. Some how she is next to me without me knowing, her hands lock with mine and she pulls me further into the water. When the water is to our knees she stops and turns to me. Letting go of my hands and putting them on the sides of my face. She smiles again, and leans to kiss me. Her lips are so close I can fell the heat from them. I lean in to take it, and the rush I feel makes me groan in her mouth. I feel her smile on my lips and she brings her hands to my hair and I twist my arms around her thin waist. Wanting more of this feeling I run my tongue on her bottom lip and she opens without hesitation, groaning when my tongue collides with hers.
My hands travel up her body and run alone her smooth skin and she shivers from my touch. I pull away and lay my forehead on hers to catch my breath and smile when I hear her labored breathing over mine.
"Mary." I say without thinking. She looks up me.
"No." I look back at her.
"What?" She sighs and looks down. I grab her chin and look in her eyes. Then it hits me.
"Your not Mary."
"No, I'm not." Mary has bright blue eyes that make me shiver to look into them.
"I'm sorry." She pulls away and goes back on the bank. She turns back to me. "I-I don't know how else to do it." I open my mouth to say something but then I find myself awake in my tent.
AN: Soooooo, what do you think?