Chapter 13 – The Rekindled Touch:

Jane opened her eyes and smiled to herself as the warm rays of sun danced across her bare skin. The weather had now returned to normal after experiencing heavy storms for the past couple of nights. Not that Jane minded, African rain was a completely different kettle of fish to English rain. It left everything in the jungle hot, wet and a luscious green rather than grey and miserable as it did in back in London.

She was fascinated by the thunderstorms so Tarzan took her up into the trees and they listened to the thunder roar and watched the lightning fill with the dark brooding sky with forks and sheets of brilliant white light. Tarzan became equally captivated and demanded Jane to tell him everything she knew about the weather.

"I never knew that storms were so fascinating," he said after Jane explained to him how to calculate how far away a storm was by timing the delay between a bolt of lightning and a rumble of thunder.

"Yes, you know tonight reminds me of when we first met. You remember, after you rescued me from the baboons? You took me up into that tree and it was pouring with rain. I looked positively like a drowned rat!"

"Yes," Tarzan nodded, how could he forget? The very memory of him peeling off her glove and realising she was a creature just like him was burnt into his very soul. "I fell in love with you the moment I saw you," he said as gently stroked her cheek, the rain pounding down around them.

"Really?" Jane raised a somewhat doubtful eyebrow, "You fell in love with me at first sight?"

"Yes. How could I not? You are perfect Jane."

As the thunder rolled, they sensed an overwhelming spark building up between them. Jane felt her husband eyes staring at her so intensely it made her shiver with desire. Tarzan leant in and kissed Jane's lips before moving down to caress her neck. Jane moaned in pleasure as her husband slowly unbuttoned her blouse, loosening the cloth strips that bound her chest, caressing and lightly biting every bit of her skin that he gradually exposed. She gasped in shock and delight as his kisses seemed to burn into her soft golden flesh.

She stroked his toned chest and guided his face back up so that she could kiss him again. She traced his powerful shoulder blades with her fingertips as she lightly bit his lower lip. Tarzan made a low groan and his hands went down to undo her skirt. Jane laid herself down on the branch and opened her legs as Tarzan removed his loincloth. She pulled in him and soon their bodies were moving in a beautiful and sensual rhythm. Their hearts beating simultaneously, their bodies becoming one as they passionately made love.

As their desire reached its peak, Jane cupped his face gently with her hands. "I love you," she whispered breathlessly, her eyes welling with tears.

"I love you too," he replied, his heart bursting with joy. As they curled up together, worn out from their love-making Jane stroked Tarzan's cheek.

"Thank you," she said softly, "thank you for being you."

Tarzan hugged her tightly as the storm continued to rage around them. It had been the first time that they had consummated their marriage in months. For a long time neither of them, especially Jane had any interest in sex after such a devastating loss. But then as Jane healed in body and in mind, her interest in intimacy slowly returned like spring after a long harsh winter.

Of course, years of living in England and with its rigid views on women and their sexuality had made her too scared and guilty to initiate any intimacy. Tarzan not wanting to pressure his wife therefore did not mention it. A sexual stalemate had developed between the couple, both of them too afraid to make the first move, until now.

Now that they had finally taken that step, it was not as terrifying or guilt inducing as Jane thought it would be. It created a stronger bond between them, a powerful emotional connection. As the couple slumbered blissfully in each other's arms, they smiled in their sleep. True happiness was back in their lives once more.