Epilogue
Sinbad and Maeve watched the crew as they went about their duties and prepared to leave the island.
They had been present, but invisible when Dermott and Bryn had broken the news of their demise to their friends and they had felt their grief.
Grief, that was tempered, when, in a final goodbye, the couple had shown up on deck and said their farewells.
Now, the lovers stood, watching their family and friends sail off to new adventures, Dermott at the head and Bryn wrapped securely in his arms.
Sinbad chuckled and massaged the nape of Maeve's neck. "Are you happy now?"
"Mmmm," she purred in assent. "There is only one thing that would make this complete."
He turned her in his arms and brushed his lips across hers. "Good grief woman! Are you never satisfied?"
She grinned and murmured something in his ear, that had his face turning red. Then, he laughed. "Are you sure you can handle that?"
"Well," she said, in between kisses, "if you don't have the stamina, then....." Her voice trailed off on a squeal as he lifted her in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep her balance.
He kissed her then, intensely and passionately, twining his fingers in her long hair. When they broke apart, she smiled and then sauntered off.
Knowing that he was watching, she tossed him a seductive look over her shoulder and said, "Let's go find a white room."
With a laugh, she melted into the clouds.
He stared, disbelievingly at the spot where she was for a few seconds, before galvanizing into action.
"Wait!" he cried, following her into the sky. Her laughter surrounded him as he searched for her and a few seconds later, she flung herself into his arms, tumbling him onto his back.
"You're mine," he murmured, as her mouth lowered to his.
"Forever," she agreed, before they both got lost in the magic of their love.
The End
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Sinbad and Maeve watched the crew as they went about their duties and prepared to leave the island.
They had been present, but invisible when Dermott and Bryn had broken the news of their demise to their friends and they had felt their grief.
Grief, that was tempered, when, in a final goodbye, the couple had shown up on deck and said their farewells.
Now, the lovers stood, watching their family and friends sail off to new adventures, Dermott at the head and Bryn wrapped securely in his arms.
Sinbad chuckled and massaged the nape of Maeve's neck. "Are you happy now?"
"Mmmm," she purred in assent. "There is only one thing that would make this complete."
He turned her in his arms and brushed his lips across hers. "Good grief woman! Are you never satisfied?"
She grinned and murmured something in his ear, that had his face turning red. Then, he laughed. "Are you sure you can handle that?"
"Well," she said, in between kisses, "if you don't have the stamina, then....." Her voice trailed off on a squeal as he lifted her in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep her balance.
He kissed her then, intensely and passionately, twining his fingers in her long hair. When they broke apart, she smiled and then sauntered off.
Knowing that he was watching, she tossed him a seductive look over her shoulder and said, "Let's go find a white room."
With a laugh, she melted into the clouds.
He stared, disbelievingly at the spot where she was for a few seconds, before galvanizing into action.
"Wait!" he cried, following her into the sky. Her laughter surrounded him as he searched for her and a few seconds later, she flung herself into his arms, tumbling him onto his back.
"You're mine," he murmured, as her mouth lowered to his.
"Forever," she agreed, before they both got lost in the magic of their love.
The End
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