It took them sometime to get to the Stone Table, Ben had decided in his mind this is where he was going to leave. He convinced himself he'd fell asleep in the wardrobe. Surely a woman like that couldn't be real..?
"Its getting dark, Princess. What shall we do?" Callie's eyes darted around the clearing, the sound of hooves not far off. "If we stop we'll become bait, they'll kill my people. They'll kill us." The sound of hooves was becoming increasingly louder, they were following them. "May i make a suggestion?" Callie looked at him, her eyes clear of emotions, "Isn't there a hard way to the stone table, maybe if we go that way , we may lose them.." he stared directly into her eyes, "Across the river? We'll have to walk... I'm in my finest silk..I..I must change." "Then we must find somewhere safe.." Callie's eyes lit up and she whispered something into the horses ear and they were off again. Ben had no idea where they were going, but the idea of watching Callie change delighted him.
They settled in a clearing, the sound of hooves fading away. At once Callie took the bags off the horse, taking one with her, she turned to Ben, "Aren't you warm?" Ben eyes looked up, he was, infact he was sweating. "Uh uh..yes." "Come, bathe with me." the look and her eyes and the smile that played on her lips drew him in. He followed her.
The light played against his eyes as she slipped off her dress, her back turned to him. He could just about see the outline of her milky white skin against the setting sun, but he could see the curves of her body, and when she turned to the side the outline of her breasts aroused him. He watched as she plunged into the water, and when she came up for air her wet curls hung down her bare back, she finally turned to him. "Are you coming in or not?" she bit her lip, She took his breath away. He nodded slowly, and proceeded to take off his clothes. Callie was well mannered and taught to turn away, but she was drawn to him in a way she couldn't explain. As he took off his trousers she looked at the water, letting her fingers float and disturbing the flow of it. Ben walked towards her, the now pale moonlight shadowing her face, the water was suprisingly warm. He took her hands in his, her eyes met his. Their lips met. And for a second they would have swore time froze around them, That was the beginning of the love that was fated to end.
Until one must leave...
