1 Evergreen Forest

Hot breathes resonated against my neck, contrasting the cool midst of the environment that engulfed us.

I could feel every inch of him. His hair soft and combed, his neck a milky white that shined with perspiration. His chest that remained bare as it pushed my own even further back. My senses heightening at the feeling of the fabric of my skirt riding up, a callused hand replacing the patch of skin my attire once concealed. It was an intoxicating waltz that left my entire being shaking, eager to continue.

I then became all to aware of his growl of approval when I lifted my hands so, clutching his tresses as I brought him closer to me. His essence smelled that akin to a furnace and charcoal. The fragrance bombarding my nostrils, only heightening the sensation. I was on the edge of a sharp cliff, waiting for the earth shattering fall.

That's when we heard a rustle from behind us. I calculated the location, twenty-seven degrees due east. Even in my present situation, my calculations were never wrong or unwavering.

With a groan of frustration, Blake reluctantly retrieved away from me. Instead, going for the dagger that was in his left pant leg. I wasn't as fortunate to have a weapon on me. Before our quick get away from town, I was merely soaking up the laundry pile that had progressively got bigger in my room.

Utilizing the only resources that surrounded me, I let my instincts take over. Expeditiously standing into a combative stance. I was an herbalist, but Blake had engraved into me the mind and thought process of a legionnaire.

The reverberation of another branch snapping threw us into action. My heart was pounding with acceleration as I watched Blake hurtle himself towards the noise. However, he was met with an alarmed outcry. I eased back a little when I could identify the articulations of mutters that came from our presumed attacker.

"Kilorn, what are you doing here?" I didn't intend my voice to uptake an aggressive tone. Though, in my defensive, Blake and I were kinda busy.

"Jesus bread and cheese, Blake!" Kilorn gawked, throwimg an accusing finger at Blake in protest, "You almost slit my throat!"

Blake merely rolled his eyes in agitation, holistering the skillfully designed dagger back in his pant strap.

"Well, if you hadn't interrupted us," Blake muttered, throwing his head back as he let a sigh of frustration escape into the midst of the forest.

"How was I supposed to know you guys were having a private make-out session? In the woods no less!" Kilorn objected, eyes teetering between myself and Blake.

"Well, you shouldn't have snuck up on us either," I countered, combing through my scarlet locks that were entangled and intertwining with themselves. Evidence of our little rendezvous. Blake smugly admired his handy work.

"Look, before your boyfriend here was about to kill me," Kilorn gestures to Blake, who shrugged off the comment with a dismissive wave. "I was going to tell you that your mother summoned you, it seemed important."

"Oh, can that woman ever cut me some slack? I leave the laundry for two seconds..." I muttered bitterly to myself. My mother, bless her, was beyond the accustomed tyrant of the household. Heavens forbid her family didn't hold perfect posture, or the sheets even imply that of a single wrinkle.

"You were gone far more than just a few meagre minutes," I could hear Kilorn mumble, earning a glare from myself and an uneasy cough by Blake.

"Right, well I best be off then, you know, before my mother blows a casket," I quipped, not departuring before indulging in a farewell contributional kiss as a thanks to Blake. I could feel his lips humming in appreciation.

"Seriously, you guys need to quite before all of England knows of your relationship," Kilorn vocalised.

"Nah, I want all of the world to know, Myra Norton is mine," Blake murmured in favour as I loosened my grip on his arms and began treading my way home. Not leaving before I heard my best friend mumbling, "Dude seriously, put on your shirt." I simpered at the remark.