Will and Lyra followed the stream into
the wood, walking carefully, saying little, until they
were in the very center.
There was a little clearing in the middle of the grove,
which was floored with soft grass and moss covered
rocks. The branches laced across overhead, almost
shutting out the sky and letting through little moving
spangles and sequins of sunlight, so that everything was
dappled with gold and silver.
And it was quiet. Only the trickle of the stream, and
the occasional rustle of leaves high up in a little curl
of breeze, broke the silence.
Will put down the package of food; Lyra put down her
little rucksack. There was no sign of the daemon-shadows
anywhere. They were completely alone.
They took off their shoes and socks
and sat down on the mossy rocks at the edge of the
stream, dipping their feet in the cold water and feeling
the shock of it invigorate their blood.
"I'm hungry," Will said
"Me too," said Lyra, though she was feeling more than
that, something subdued and pressing and half happy and
half painful, so that she wasn't quite sure what it was.
They unfolded the cloth and ate some bread and cheese.
For some reason their hands were slow and clumsy, and
they hardly tasted the food, although the bread was
floury and crisp from the hot baking stones, and the
cheese was flaky and salty and very fresh.
Then Lyra took one of those little red fruits. With a
fast beating heart, she turned to him and said,"
And she lifted the fruit gently to his mouth.
She could she from his eyes that he knew at once what
she meant, and that he was to joyful to speak. Her
fingers were still at his lips, and he felt them
tremble, and he put his own hand up to hold hers there,
and then neither of them could look; they were confused;
they were brimming with happiness.
Like two moths clumsily bumping together, with no more
weight than that, their lips touched. Then before they
knew how it happened, they were clinging together,
blindly pressing their faces towards each other.
"Like Mary said-" he whispered-"you know straight away
when you like someone-when you were asleep on the
mountain, before she took you away I told Pan-"
"I heard" she whispered, "I was awake and I wanted to
tell you the same and now I know what I must have felt
all the time: I love you, Will, I love you-"
The word love set his nerves ablaze. All his body
thrilled with it, and he answered her in the same words,
kissing her hot face over and over again, drinking in
with adoration the scent of her body and her warm honey
fragrant hair and her sweet moist mouth that tasted of
the little red fruit.
Around them there was nothing but silence, as if the
whole world were holding it's breath.
You have two choices now:
1. Delete this.
Invite Love into your life!
Hope you will choose 2. I did.