he calm melody of beautiful dreams, almost with hypocritically gentle innocence, fine snowflakes sank like fallen, glittering stars from the dark sky and covered the landscape under their wafer-thin, white veil. Staggered dancing down on the shimmering silhouettes of bare branches and gently touching the many ice flowers and imaginative paintings of a cold winter night.
Lovingly and quietly from a fairy tale, this precious moment of gentle harmony wrapped itself around the place of peaceful love and happiness, met warmth and trust and blurred the lines between innocence and lust.
It was the moment when she trusted him intimately, putting her slender fingers in the hand he offered. So she closed her eyes and sighed with relish as she carefully followed him into the soft water of the warm spring. The warm stone under her feet was smooth, in some places covered by fine, small stones and the wondrous water splashed as the couple in love slowly sank into this paradise of contemplative warmth and unrepentant guilt.
And when the shadows of her eyelids slid out of her field of vision again, Kagome looked directly into his eyes through the fine water vapor. In its golden depths, she met softness and warmth, trust and devotion. But also feelings that were completely alien to her until now. She felt desire, just a breath of deep thirst that his intoxicated breath sent her. A hunger that was nourished by being close to them alone.
In the blink of an eye, and in so many of them, she learned so much about him. So much more than ever ...
Her black, long hair flowed down her back, fell over her slender shoulders and sank down ticklingly on her chest in isolated, fine strands. And she tried to swallow the excitement down her throat, to ignore the gentle tremor of her body that the deliberate touch of a hand triggered on the heated skin of her cheek. Feel the wandering stroking of mindful tips over her lips ... felt like a dream. A dream, full of beauty and fairytale-like quality, with which only the most generous ghosts and fairies of the late days bestowed the souls of the living world. As in those creations of the night that one was only too happy to remember with all senses of enjoyment after waking up.
A dream. Yes, that moment was nothing more and nothing less than a dream come true.
Kagome sighed comfortably, listening to her own quickened breathing and how it broke through the swaying sounds of the water. Her hand wandered carefully over his chest, exploring the heat of his skin and listening to the place where his heart was beating in a rhythm that was far too fast.
There was so much in their love affair. Happiness, closeness and comfort. The trust in an oblivion, and yet not the purest trace of loss. Feelings and sensations that only love could give.
She knew that in his arms she was sure that she had nothing to fear. Not even to reveal their most well-kept secret.Kagome knew that there would never be anyone else she trusted so much. No one to whom she would give her final secret. This one here…
A beautiful music; dancing to the accord of heat and lust, this secret was as sweet and innocent as the sound of snow.