Part 3:

She wasn't sure when it happened or who started it. It took them a while to stop shaking again but their bodies seemed to move on their own. She was having hard time thinking; her mind seemed to be on overload, catching nothing but the sound of the wind and the touch of his body. She was warm and content and the desire to close her eyes and succumb to sleep was overwhelming.

She closed her eyes and for a moment fell asleep. His breathing on her neck startled her and she opened her eyes slowly, catching a glimpse of his eyes before he leaned his head back on her shoulder, his hands caressing her firmly. She was amazed with the way touch could convey so much. His caresses were different, bolder and firmer. His hands migrated from her lower back to her thigh and she arched against him, unable to control the sudden need for his touch.

Her hands moved in sync with his and he positioned himself on top of her, his lips moving to kiss her neck. He sighed softly. He didn't mean to lose control, the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her, he wasn't sure when his hands started touching in order to please him instead of warming him.

He knew he was spiraling out of control, their bodies seemed to mold perfectly and seemed to move on their own. Every touch was heaven and hell all together. He knew it wouldn't take much for him to lose it, two moves and a thrust. That's all he needed and he gritted his teeth. "God…we can't…" He mumbled.

Her lips kissed his neck, nibbling softly and he moaned, his hips thrusting against hers, moaning when the contact was reciprocated. "Hadar…" His voice was hoarse. "We can't. You have no idea how much I want but…I don't have any protection with me…"

She smiled. "If it's okay…I'm taking pills." She said softly. "Will you think horribly of me? Jumping to bed with a man I met a few hours ago?"

Fondness. He was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of fondness towards the most amazing woman he held in his arms. His hand reached to caress her face slowly and he realized what she was willing to give him. She will give him the comfort and peace he craved so much and he was humbled by the unspoken offer. He ignored the small sense of guilt, he couldn't refuse her. He wasn't strong enough. He swallowed hard and leaned his head closer, his lips touching hers slowly.

The kiss was gentle and slow; he traced every corner of her lips before encouraging her to open her mouth. Her tongue met his in a slow dance and she moaned when one of his hands moved behind her back, unclasping her bra. He removed the garment and immediately lowered his lips again, muffling her soft moans when his hands started to explore.

She was surprised with his gentleness. He seemed to take his time, his fingertips tracing sensual lines on her stomach, his lips tantalizing against her ear lobe. He was teasing her and still seemed to be in control. She grinned with determination; she will make him loose control…

He seemed to know her plans, her passionate kiss reciprocated with twice as much ardor. He chuckled when they broke apart, resting his head for a moment against her shoulder, his breathe coming out in short gasps.

His whisper surprised her. "I want to make love to you."

Hadar smiled, her vision suddenly getting blurred by the wetness that covered her eyes. She caressed his hair, sighing deeply. "You have to love if you want to make love." she answered.

He nodded his head. "Tonight…I love you." He said. "I never met anyone like you."

"And tomorrow?"

He shook his head. "I don't know if tomorrow ever comes."

Her lips on his were the confirmation he needed and he moved again. He was uncertain at first, aware of the feelings that she stirred in him, aware of the trust she gave him. The darkness that enveloped them seemed to heighten his senses, he felt more alive then he ever did, his entire body buzzing with energy.

She trusted him and cherished every caress, every whisper, every kiss…she enjoyed the freedom of caressing his body, enjoying his eager response to her touch. He kissed her deeply when their bodies joined together. His breathe was hot against her ear when he whispered. "Imagine that you're at the top of a mountain…"

She smiled at him and he raised his head to lock his gaze with hers. "The sun is hot against your skin." She whispered.

"Scent of citrus is in the air." He smiled down at her and she chuckled, the action forcing out a groan from his mouth.

"The birds are flying all around." She whispered, her eyes bright.

"You spread your arms." His eyes seemed to close on their own despite his best efforts, surrendering to the wave of passion that overwhelmed him. "And fly…"

It was not in his power to stop their fall, but he held her tight, kissing her lips passionately. When he did manage to open his eyes, his future was presented to him on a plate of silver, clear as crystal. Everything he ever wanted within his reach. Light and home, comfort and desire, companionship and love…

The storm passed and the sun was beginning to rise. Very slowly, a new dawn arrived.

His first conscious thought is that he doesn't want to open his eyes. The bright light is teasing his closed eyes and he is turning his head away from it, encountering soft, velvety texture. He inhales sweet scent and sigh softly, his hands roaming slowly, pulling the source of warmth closer.

She smiles when he sigh softly, not pleased with the position of their bodies as he pulls her towards him. His fingers are pressing her back and she arches towards him, his touch awakening her even further. She raises her head and looks at him, waiting for him to open his eyes.

His eyes are beautiful. They are crystal blue like the pale sky that decorates the ceiling of the world. He is smiling, taking in everything he can. Her skin is darker then he thought and when he puts his arm around her he chuckles at how pale he is compared to her.

The morning is glorious and they look at each other in a new light. The storm is gone and the magical night is behind them. The power is back and the heater is warming up the room despite the slow breeze that is coming from the broken window. The phone is working and his cell phone seemed to be fully recharged. She laughs at his astound face and accuses him for leading her on propose to the deserted hotel.

He pulls her towards him, tickling her without mercy, enjoying the freedom to touch her. He then kisses her gently before confessing every naughty thought he had in store for her. Her shrieks of laughter only seem to encourage him further. The ringing of his cell phone breaks their heated kiss and seems to throw them back into reality. His sister will make sure to confirm his flight for him; he has four more hours before taking off. He listens carefully when she speaks on the phone, her language strange and old and he thinks that there is no way he could ever pronounce some of the words she says.

Her smile is sad when she hangs up. Her plane leaves in three hours, she doesn't have much time.

He takes her to the shower with him, careful not to step on the broken glass, the hot water only adding to the desire that consumes them. Their lovemaking is intense, desperate…she wants to give him everything and take everything from him. He wants to take things slow, but his body won't allow it. His caresses are new and familiar at the same time and his name on her lips is as natural as the morning sun. Her name is no longer foreign and he takes great pleasure in repeating it over and over again until he can't talk anymore and he just holds her under the water spray, finding himself praying for a miracle that will keep her at his side.

Reality is breaking through their mutual haze and they are getting dressed slowly. She is afraid of missing her plane. He confesses that he wants her to miss her plane and the sudden silence is broken by a well-timed joke. The banter continues until they reach the airport.

She doesn't want to leave and she hugs him tightly. He sighs, planting a kiss on her hair. He gives her all the details she needs to keep in touch; his phone, cell phone, e-mail, home address. She does the same and he can see her tears before they fall. His last kiss is gentle and seems to last forever.

He doesn't care that they are standing in the middle of the airport, right next to the boarding gate. He traces her face with his fingers while his lips are exploring, she does the same, memorizing his face with her touch, leaving trails of fire where her fingers touched.

The kiss ends with a mutual sigh and he pushes her a little, a lump forming in his throat when she throws her arms around him one last time. She whispers something in his ear and he memorizes the words, planning to check their meaning later. He doesn't hide the tears when she leaves and he is grateful when she doesn't turn to look at him one last time.

There is a bounce in his step when he walks over towards the boarding gate of his own plane. He needs to settle some things back at home first, but his future starts today. He will see her again, he is certain of that. Despite the oceans that separate them, he trusts her to keep a piece of his heart with her.

Until they meet again.

The End.

(For now…)