A Night On Deck
In The Light of the Moon, Chapter 7
Author's notes. Ok, I got one vote so far, and the poles wont close until I get at least three. I did get a blank email, no return address, no subject, no message. Dunno what that was all about, but. Ahem, ok address again, christinedaaerre@operamail.com DO NOT VOTE IN REVIEWS OR SEND VOTES TO MY OTHER EMAIL. This makes it much easier to tally. Since I don't have many votes, you don't get to know what happens. Lol, VOTE
"Erik? Where are we...?"
"Tssssshhhhhh, trust me cherie."
She sighed, leaned against him, and allowed him to guide her around, her eyes covered with a scarf. Soon she smelled the sea air, and it completely filled her senses, she smelled the sea salt, heard the gulls crying and felt the cool air swish over her face. Although she couldn't see anything, she was very observant of everything.
He stopped, seemed to scan the area, then his hands gently went to the back of her head, untying the silk sash. She blinked her eyes open and gasped as she witnessed the sunset and the ocean before her, only a thin, dark line separating them. She looked at her husband, breathless, then back to the golden lit water.
Erik smiled at her awe and leaned forward, kissing her neck. She smiled warmly as his arms snaked around her, and he laid his head on her shoulder, viewing the palely lit waves ahead of them. They stood there a long time at the bow of the ship, gazing out across the horizon, thinking back on the long months they had spent together. Christine turned her head and looked at him. "Thank you for bringing me here."
He smiled, kissing her softly. "It is something all of those in love should share at least once."
She smiled. "We shall many more times, and at some point, we may not be alone."
He nodded, nudging her to look on. "A sunset is like life Christine, if you look away too long, it may not be there when you look back."
His philosophical words stung her slightly, it was a constant reminder that he had for so long looked away, and for him the sun was on it's way to fading, and she had to make the best out of what little glow he had left.
Again, she sighed and leaned back against him. "If only this could last forever, if only all sunsets could last forever."
He breathed in her ear softly. "Though the light does not linger, the memory always will."
Very short, but I don't have much to work with. VOTE!