When I thought about giving myself to him, I knew it would be a wonderful and unforgettable experience. Such a sweet soul mixed with a tremendous body had to leave their mark; but I was never able to imagine how much I was going to enjoy it.

His sweet kisses in absolutely every corner of my skin, his rough and warm touch running through me carefully and in despair at the same time as wanting everything but afraid of damaging it, his passionate looks, his mischievous smiles, his worried face as he slowly ventured inside of me. His soft hair on my breasts, his thick beard on my private, his burning tongue lifting my soul. His soft voice turned into the most erotic combination of grunts and moans under my hands, under my hips; his immense and sweaty body swimming with mine, his strong grip, his spasms in my arms as he filled my insides…

Never in my life have I felt so flooded; never so loved; never had I enjoyed so much saying his name.

Nothing mattered anymore. If I became pregnant, then, against all odds, I would be the happy mother of a child born of love and not slavery. If I didn't get pregnant, then we would have many more opportunities to enjoy ourselves like that time. Either way, I would feel his heat, his warmth, his skin, his voice… Always.

"If I don't have the wrong account," I whispered on his chest as we rested in our little nest still completely naked and entwined. "we've been here for a little over two months."
"Sixty-four days exactly," he murmured delicately stroking my hair with his nose.
"They're not going to find us."
"It seems so."
"Do you think it would be wrong for me to get used to the idea that this wonderful life together is real and will be like this forever?"
"I think we can finally believe it."

I sighed rejoicing in his caresses and words.

"Anna…"

"Yes?"
"Will you marry me?"

Had I heard correctly? I sat up suddenly looking for a mocking grin on his face, but I was met with the most sincere and scared of the looks.

"You… want to marry me?"
"I wouldn't have asked you if it wasn't like that," he replied with a nervous chuckle. "I have no doubt that I love you with all my being, and I want to share my life with you. Would you be my wife?"

What did he expect me to answer to that? Was there even more than one option?

"Yes! Of course I will!"

His gaze lit up and his smile filled everything. I threw into his arms again with renewed energy and kissed him with all my might.

"It looks like it's going to be an intimate wedding," he joked when I pulled back to let the air return to our lungs.
"So we'll get out of the reception. I don't want to peel prickly pears for hundreds of people."

We both laughed with complicity until I stopped in my tracks when I realized the small tiny detail that we were missing to celebrate the ceremony.

"Oh my God, Kristoff! Where do we get the priest from?!"
"You think we need one?"
"How do you plan to do it otherwise?"
"Swearing eternal love before God wrapped in his own creation seems enough to me. My family has always done it that way. Do we really need the words of a man who has never enjoyed this kind of love?"
"Actually, you sound pretty convincing. But it will have no official value."
"Again, do we need it? I don't think the bats and lizards in the area will put a lot of down on us."
"Then… tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?! Already?!"
"You do not want to? We can wait if it is…"
"Tomorrow! Tomorrow is perfect."

I laughed out of sheer joy and tried unsuccessfully to embrace all of him with my arms.

"Think about it, Bjorgman, you're going to have to perform on your wedding night."
"I will survive."

Kristoff hugged me sweetly, we both whispered some 'good night' and 'love you' words, and thus, in our birthday suit, we fell into the most pleasant of dreams.

"Land in sight!"