Sowilo
Au coeur d'une des clairières de la forêt d'An Gort, aux prémisses de la nuit, Sowilo et Tsika étaient tous deux étendus sur le dos à regarder les étoiles et à écouter le crépitement du feu tout proche.
Elle se retourna vers lui, passa son bras autour de son torse musclé et posa sa tête délicatement sur sa poitrine.
Pendant de longues minutes elle resta immobile, écoutant le coeur de son aimé battre d'un rythme régulier, tranquille.
La nuit était fraîche et leur étreinte les gardait du froid qui, peu à peu, envahissait les dernières nuits d'été.
L'automne annonçaient ses couleurs et leurs nuits à la belle étoile, quoique d'un romantisme fou, ne seraient bientôt plus de mise.
Sa soeur Grace lui avait proposé plusieurs fois de les héberger pendant la saison froide mais Sowilo voulait à tout prix préserver leur intimité.
Plusieurs possibilités s'offraient à eux mais la plus alléchante semblait aussi être la plus exigeante.
Tsika, une maison bien à nous ici en Irlande, ça te dirait?
XXX
In one of An Gort's forest clearings, at night's premises, Sowilo and Tsika were both laying back looking at the stars and listening to the crackling fire nearby.
She turned around towards him, crossed her arm around his muscular trunk and laid her head delicately on his chest.
During long minutes, she remained in that position, listening to the regular beat of his heart, in peace.
The night was cool and their embrace kept them of the cold which, little by little, was invading the last summer nights.
Autumn was announcing its colors and their nights under the stars, although of sweet romanticism, would not soon be acceptable any more.
Her sister Grace had several times suggested to accomodate them during the cold season but Sowilo wanted at all costs to keep their intimacy.
They had several possibilities but the most tempting also seemed to be the most demanding.
Tsika, our own house here in Ireland, you'd like?
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Elle se retourna vers lui, passa son bras autour de son torse musclé et posa sa tête délicatement sur sa poitrine.
Pendant de longues minutes elle resta immobile, écoutant le coeur de son aimé battre d'un rythme régulier, tranquille.
La nuit était fraîche et leur étreinte les gardait du froid qui, peu à peu, envahissait les dernières nuits d'été.
L'automne annonçaient ses couleurs et leurs nuits à la belle étoile, quoique d'un romantisme fou, ne seraient bientôt plus de mise.
Sa soeur Grace lui avait proposé plusieurs fois de les héberger pendant la saison froide mais Sowilo voulait à tout prix préserver leur intimité.
Plusieurs possibilités s'offraient à eux mais la plus alléchante semblait aussi être la plus exigeante.
Tsika, une maison bien à nous ici en Irlande, ça te dirait?
XXX
In one of An Gort's forest clearings, at night's premises, Sowilo and Tsika were both laying back looking at the stars and listening to the crackling fire nearby.
She turned around towards him, crossed her arm around his muscular trunk and laid her head delicately on his chest.
During long minutes, she remained in that position, listening to the regular beat of his heart, in peace.
The night was cool and their embrace kept them of the cold which, little by little, was invading the last summer nights.
Autumn was announcing its colors and their nights under the stars, although of sweet romanticism, would not soon be acceptable any more.
Her sister Grace had several times suggested to accomodate them during the cold season but Sowilo wanted at all costs to keep their intimacy.
They had several possibilities but the most tempting also seemed to be the most demanding.
Tsika, our own house here in Ireland, you'd like?
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