"It's a beautiful nigh' t'nigh'... an' I think I wan' ta see ya some more by moonligh', so I'm thinkin' th' walk is th' way ta go," he said, his smile never leaving his face as he looks down at her. He led her out the door smoothly, avoiding the other patrons of the crowded inn as if it were just the two of them - which, as far as he's concerned, it was.
As the lock clicked behind them, she shivered. It could have been the sweet summer air or possibly the moon's watchful eye, that spied down on them as they left the porch and made their way through the city. Perhaps it was the presence of him, as tangible as one of his sculptures. Her senses were intoxicated with the combination and she could not begin to tell them apart... their hands seeming to melt together in the moonglow.
"See me wi' eyes fighting sleep tae stay open just a wee moment longer? There will be many moons and many nights, mo chroidh," her chuckle lingering along the quiet cobblestones, theirs the only footfalls that set rhythm to the night. Another shiver raced up her spine as the breeze tickled her flesh. Lifting his hand, she placed a soft string of kisses along his knuckles, and then grinned with satisfaction at the small sounds escaping his lips.
The stars were twinkling brilliantly above them as they finally approached the building that housed his studio. It glimmered like a beacon overhead, the night sky perfectly reflected in the numerous large panes of wavy glass. She stopped solidly for a moment just to stare as he pointed to the building. "Why it seems ye sleep in th' stars, Johnny dear... a tower of th' air..."
As the lock clicked behind them, she shivered. It could have been the sweet summer air or possibly the moon's watchful eye, that spied down on them as they left the porch and made their way through the city. Perhaps it was the presence of him, as tangible as one of his sculptures. Her senses were intoxicated with the combination and she could not begin to tell them apart... their hands seeming to melt together in the moonglow.
"See me wi' eyes fighting sleep tae stay open just a wee moment longer? There will be many moons and many nights, mo chroidh," her chuckle lingering along the quiet cobblestones, theirs the only footfalls that set rhythm to the night. Another shiver raced up her spine as the breeze tickled her flesh. Lifting his hand, she placed a soft string of kisses along his knuckles, and then grinned with satisfaction at the small sounds escaping his lips.
The stars were twinkling brilliantly above them as they finally approached the building that housed his studio. It glimmered like a beacon overhead, the night sky perfectly reflected in the numerous large panes of wavy glass. She stopped solidly for a moment just to stare as he pointed to the building. "Why it seems ye sleep in th' stars, Johnny dear... a tower of th' air..."