First off, I am a sucker for love. I haven't been able to write anything incredibly romantic thus far with fan fiction, so I'm thrilled to be able to do that now!

I've been writing this for like a week and a half now—hopefully it's good! I kept wondering how the morning after Beltane would go, so here is my vision of things. I have to edit because I have a very whorish mind—I will be 21 in October, it is okay for me to think bad, dirty thoughts—but it's not always okay to share them.

On another note: two happy chapters in a row! Let's see if I can keep it up…


Grass. Grass and flowers—that's what I could smell without opening my eyes. I felt fresh droplets of dew on the grass beneath my fingertips. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so…relaxed.

I was almost too scared to open my eyes.

So for a while I just ran my fingertips over anything that was around me: grass, flower petals, layers of tulle underneath me, bare skin that wasn't mine.

That's when I cautiously peeled my eyes open.

The sky was just barely turning violet from the impending sunrise. I was lying on top of my skirt; my shirt was nowhere in sight. I let my eyes wander over Hunter, still sleeping next to me.

Being as quiet as possible, I sat up, grabbing my skirt from where my back had been, and searching for my green top and underwear. Found the underwear no problem. I slipped them and my skirt on and tiptoed around with my arms across my chest looking for my top in the meadow of flowers and wet grass, my feet making soft squishing sounds.

"What're you doing?" a soft, sleep-ridden, English-accented voice asked from behind me.

I turned back around, arms still firmly across my barely-there breasts. "I seem to be missing a shirt and two shoes." I told him, sitting down with a huff. I tucked my legs underneath my skirt as a breeze came out of nowhere, making me shiver.

Hunter propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes sweeping the area around him. "Don't see them," he said dismissively.

Narrowing my eyes, I leaned forward just enough so our faces were inches from each other. "Excellent observation, Hunter Niall. Now can you get off your ass and help me look?" I asked sweetly.

His hand came up to brush my hair back behind my ear. "What's the rush? It's barely dawn."

"Exactly. My parents had extended my curfew to two—not six-thirty or seven." I replied, pleading now. "I just need to get back before they're up so I can sneak upstairs."

"Morgan." He said seriously, and I stopped my searching and met his flawless green eyes. Hunter pulled me against him, and we lay on our sides again, my body arching into his for warmth as his arms wound around me. "I love you."

I smiled against his chest, walking my fingers up and down his side. "I love you, too." I replied with the sincerest tone I could muster between my tiredness and lust-filled brain of memories from the night before.

Eventually—unfortunately—the sun was rising above the trees, and I knew that it was time to leave this little piece of perfection. Hunter and I didn't say a word on the way back to his car, just held hands. It was much better than speaking; we both knew what last night meant for us. For the first time, I completely had zero doubt that Hunter and I were soul mates.

It was the best feeling in the world, knowing that we were literally made to love each other and to be together for the rest of our lives.

Hunter stopped a couple of houses away from mine and put the cark in park. He took off his seatbelt and reached across the console to kiss me, wrapping his hand around my neck to pull me close to him.

When we pulled away to catch a breath, I bit my lip softly. My lips—like the rest of my body—felt tender. Little red marks from his hands littered my waist and thighs; I'm sure I had dark red marks in various places along my neck, as did Hunter.

"Bye," I whispered, pressing my lips softly against his for another moment before opening my door.

I walked up the sidewalk and driveway as carefully as possible since I hadn't been able to find my shoes, standing on my tiptoes when I crossed some gravel.

I murmured a see-me-not spell once I got to the front door, and then I cautiously opened it. I heard my parents in the kitchen; my sister was in the shower upstairs.

I hurried up the stairs and into my room, falling right into bed, feeling more tired than I had in months.

As I drifted off back into dreamland, I thought of nothing but memories from the night before: the pressure of his hands, his lips, the shock of it hurting so much…

But it had been perfect—quite possibly the best moment of my life.

Before I fully fell asleep, I gave a silent thank-you to the Goddess for giving me one night of sheer perfection and for giving me someone who loved me as much as I loved him.