Coming together is always a journey. It's coming home after being apart, whether it's been hours or minutes, days or weeks.

And every time is different, special.

The first time they were both nervous. Their hands shook and their faces flushed.

The second time his hook caught her arm, pulling them into a heap on the floor.

But they remembered each moment fondly. And it only ever got better.

The most memorable time (so far), was in the forest. Kissing had led to caressing, and before they knew it they were in the freshly wet grass, dew on their skin, in their hair, as they laughed and smiled into each other's mouths.

They came together, like every other time, with bliss in their eyes and love in their hearts.

And in the aftermath, their fingers traced the dewdrops, drawing patterns and designs into each other's skin, making their marks, belonging to each other.