The Game
It was a something she often liked to play with him, mimicking his movements. She did so now, as they planted her garden, the rain falling softly, commanding his attention to her.
Looking directly at her, he went shirtless, and a twinkle in his eye. She insisted playing her game, and did the same, tossing her tunic over his. Work now forgotten, she watched as he moved to her, his supple body now glistening with rain.
"What now, my lady?" His hands caressed her bare skin. Her shiver was his reply, and they were lost in loving each other immediately.