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It was later in the afternoon that she entered Adrian’s office. Quietly she closed the door behind herself so she wouldn’t disturb whatever he might be working on.
But he wasn’t working on anything at the moment. He stood out on the balcony, long dark hair blowing gently in the breeze.
She stopped as she saw him there. Usually he wore the full length white robe, strong arms bare. He said he liked the way the soft cloth felt against his skin. Today he wore one of the short sarongs tied casually around his tapered hips.
She stood, mesmerized by his powerful three quarters profile. He’d just brushed his hair; she saw the brush lying on the railing. It hung down on either side of his chest, silky, shinny in the sun. He looked out to sea, a million miles away, thinking hard about some problem or deciding some course of action from many alternatives. His face was smooth, thoughtful.
Her eyes wandered over his broad hairy chest, down to the flat of his ridged stomach, the tiny trial of hair leading down further to the mysteries. So familiar, that profile, that body, and yet so wondrously new in the surprises she found each time they were together.
He must have felt her eyes on him, or her love reaching out to him, because he turned, saw her. His full sensuous lips curved slightly at the sight of her. She stood in the shadows, yet a light emanated from her. He never knew if this was really the case or if his love for her made it seem so. Tall, luminous in the white robe that fell gently to her bare feet, he was once again falling into that special place that only the two of them shared.
She came out to him then, and the sun lit her golden brown hair and made her soft skin glow with richness. He held out his arms and she came into them, fitting so perfectly. He pressed her palm against his bare chest so she could feel his heart beat.
“A take thee tae my hand, my heart and my spirit,” he repeated part of their Handfasting vows in a gentle, caressing voice, the Scottish accent apparent as it was anytime his emotions were strong.
She smiled, loving the feel of the rising and fall of his strong chest under her palm, his heat against her skin, “At the setting of the sun and the rising of the stars.”
“I give ye my heart, my body and the very breath of my soul,” and both knew he meant not just this Turning of the Wheel, not just this life they spent together, but after, into the next existence on their long, long journey.
“As long as love and life shall last,” and she looked into his eyes, seeing their Path together stretching out over the years and lifetimes to come.
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