Chapter 3: About a Boy and a Girl

Warning: Sexual situations involving teens. But it takes place in the 1600's, so as far as I'm concerned, they're adults. Thirty-five was old back then.

Scotland, 1679 – Nadia, 16

Nadia's chest heaved as she hid behind the thick trunk of the giant oak tree. A young man's rich Scottish brogue drifted in on the wind, over the stone walls and between the old, crumbling tombstones.

"Oy! Lass! Where'd you get to?" he bellowed.

The leggy little gypsy tried to stifle a giggle. The breeze plucked daisy petals from her hair and carried them away.

"I'll find you sooner or later, love. Better be sooner, or your pert little arse'll get a smack!"

Oh, no. Nadia couldn't resist.

"Promise?"

She waited, and listened.

And listened. The entire graveyard seemed to go quiet. No footsteps, no nothing. Her breathing had slowed, and still the quiet made each exhale a lion's roar.

"Fergus?" Her heartbeat in her ears was loud and hard, like her father's drums. It scared her even more.

"Fergus," she hissed, "stop this."

Nadia couldn't take it any longer. Even the wind held its breath as the gypsy girl flattened her body against the mighty oak and peeked around and under a low branch.

"GOTCHA!"

"AAAAAAAHH DAMN YOU FERGUS! DAMN YOU TO H—" Nadia's scream was silenced by Scottish lips on hers, and rough tailor's fingers felt every hem, thread, and cord; they tugged, pulled, and undid her in more ways than one. Her fingers trembled as they unlaced his trousers and pushed them down his thighs.

"Mmm, good girl," he groaned against her throat. He hoisted her legs around his hips and pushed her skirts up around her waist. He pressed her against the tree and kissed her jaw. "My bonnie gypsy lass." He rested his forehead against hers and brought both hands to her face.

It began to rain, and while the oak provided shelter, water goes where it will. In less than a moment, the lovers were tasting fresh rain on each others' lips. Fergus pulled back to look into her eyes.

"Are you ready, love?"

Nadia reached around to the back of his head and nestled her fingertips in his hair and nodded. "Yes, Fergus. I'm always ready for you."

He smirked and rested his brow against hers again, tenderly thumbing the corner of her mouth.

In one swift thrust, he filled the empty ache in her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, and Fergus began to move against her. It wasn't long before they both reached their bliss, and the skies thundered in applause.