Back in their room in the tavern, Maeve put all book on the floor and looked at Sinbad.
"What?" he asked.
"Where is Doubar? He should help us," she said.
"He needed to be on his own," Sinbad looked at her.
"What that man told him?" she was curious.
"He is not alright, because he is not here in this time," he explained and opened one book: "What should I look for?"
"I don't really know," Maeve looked lost: "I don't know what or whose spell brought us here, so I really don't know."
"So I'll look for any spell about time," Sinbad tried.
"OK," she whispered and wiped a tear that appeared in her eye.
"Here is one," Sinbad just opened the book and let Maeve see it too. She just shook her head: "No, that's not the right one. I tried that one, but it didn't work at all."
"I thought it should be easy," he smiled.
"Me too," she said and opened the other book.
They were searching for almost all day, but they didn't find anything useful. There were hundreds of spells that Maeve copied to few papers, but she was too tired to try them. She was sitting in the chair reading them and tried to eliminate them. She felt tears falling from her eyes again. Sinbad was sitting on the floor looking at the opposite wall tried to think about anything else but Maeve.
*So, Maeve is my future,* he thought: *But how can I know, if I won't remember anything. But on the other way… maybe I should kiss her now… she won't remember that, so she won't kill me.*
He smiled and looked at Maeve. He spotted tears in her eyes. He stood up and gently took her into his arms. She didn't protest and let him gently rock her. They stood there in each other's arms until knock on the door interrupted them. Sinbad opened it and let Doubar in.
"What a mess," he smiled.
"Yes, but we found lots of spells," Sinbad said and looked at Maeve: "She will try them tomorrow."
"OK, it's late. I'll stay outside again," Doubar said and before Sinbad could say anything he left. Sinbad shrugged and stepped inside. He noticed Maeve fell asleep in the chair, so he lifted her and took her to bed. He lied her down on her back and watched her for a while. Then he lied next to her, but still watch her.
*Now or never,* he thought. He slowly leaned on her and pressed his lips on hers. He quickly let her go, lied down and closed his eyes, because he felt she wasn't in very deep sleep. She shivered a bit and pressed her body on his.
*Oh, Gods,* he thought and tried to stay still.
"Sinbad?" Maeve's voice surprised him.
"Yes," he whispered.
"Do you think we'll find our way back?"
"I'm sure, we will… we have you," he smiled.
There was silence for a while. Sinbad heard only his own heartbeat. Then he felt Maeve's hair tickling his neck.
"Are you alright?" Maeve asked.
"Yes. Why are you asking?" he asked and hardly swallowed because Maeve rested her hand on his chest.
"You seemed to me …scared," he said and sat on the bed.
"Scared? No… I'm just… " he didn't know what to say. He felt the warm body of the woman he fell in love with and it made him shiver.
"Are you cold? Let me warm you up," Maeve said and wrapped her arms around his body.
"Why are you doing that?" he suddenly asked.
"Honestly, I don't know, Sinbad," she said sad: "But maybe, we'll never find our way back, so I thought…"
She didn't finished because she felt Sinbad's face just inches from hers. She didn't protest when he gave her a kiss. He was surprised she didn't punch him; she even gently caressed his face with her warm hands. They slowly broke it.
"Sinbad…" Maeve started.
"I'm sorry," he said and looked into her eyes: "You know, he said we won't remember what happens here."
"Yes, I know and I'm actually think of something," she smiled.
"And may I know what exactly?" he hoped he spotted the right hint.
"I think of something you probably think too," she leaned to his arms.
"I think about how we will return," Sinbad said to her hair.
"Liar."
"How can you know what I think about?" he asked.
"Firstly I'm a sorceress and secondly, I'm too close to you to feel…"
"Maeve!" Sinbad gently pushed her.
"Sinbad, I know you want it, so let's do it… we won't remember it," she hoped he'll agree.
He didn't say a word and turned Maeve, so she faced him. He hungrily captured her lips again, this time with more passion and love. She pressed her warm body to his…
To be continued...
Rating: PG
Disclamer: I don't own characters from the show The Adventures of Sinbad, but this story is mine.