The water spring sparkled under the light of the moon. Asher had set up a thick blanket near the edge, with a few cushions, a bottle of wine and two glasses. The place was calm, almost magical. It was here, in another life, that Miria used to spend her time with Asher.
They settled in. Asher poured the wine and handed her a glass. Miria took it, their fingers brushing.
"Do you remember the first time we came here?" she asked softly.
"Like it was yesterday," Asher answered, looking at her. "Even if, technically… it was a very long time ago."
Miria smiled, her gaze lost for a moment in the water.
"Sometimes I still have trouble believing that all this is real. That I'm here… with you. After everything we've been through. After all those lives."
She turned to him, her eyes shining.
"You've illuminated my life, Asher. In this existence… and in the others. Even when I didn't remember. Even when everything was dark. You were always there. And I love you. More than I could ever say."
Asher set down his glass and took her face between his hands.
"I love you too. For so long that the centuries no longer really matter. You are my beginning and my end, Miria."
He kissed her.
The kiss, at first tender, deepened quickly. Miria wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. Asher gently tipped her onto the blanket, settling above her without ever breaking the kiss.
His hands slid under her top, caressing the warm skin of her stomach, then higher. Miria moaned weakly against his mouth when his fingers found her breasts. He lifted the fabric and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it slowly while his other hand slid down her thigh.
"Asher…" she murmured.
He helped her remove her top, then his own. Their skins touched, burning. Asher kissed her neck, her collarbone, went back down to her breasts, taking his time. Miria was already arching her back, her fingers buried in his hair.
When he slid his hand between her thighs, she was already wet. He slowly rubbed her clitoris with the tip of his fingers, then pushed two fingers into her, curling them to find that spot that always made her tremble.
"Ahhh… yes…"
He continued caressing her like that, watching her come apart under his hands. When she was close enough, he withdrew his fingers, got rid of the rest of their clothes and settled between her legs.
He sank into her in one slow, deep movement. Miria threw her head back, a long moan escaping her throat. Asher remained still for a moment, his forehead against hers, savoring the sensation.
Then he began to move.
His thrusts were first measured, deep, almost tender. Then the rhythm accelerated. The sound of their bodies meeting mixed with their breathing and Miria's increasingly loud moans.
"Harder… Asher… please…"
He obeyed, lifting one of her legs to penetrate even deeper. Miria cried out in pleasure, her nails raking his back.
"Like that… yes… don't stop…"
Asher led the dance, taking her with growing intensity, one hand gripping her hip, the other intertwining their fingers above her head. Miria came a first time crying out his name, contracting strongly around him. He slowed just enough to let her ride out the orgasm, then resumed, deeper, more demanding.
After a moment, Miria gently pushed him. Asher let her. She tipped him onto his back and settled astride him. In one fluid movement, she took him inside her again and began to move.
Asher groaned heavily, his hands on her hips.
"Fuck… Miria…"
She placed her hands on his chest and accelerated the rhythm, now completely dominating him. Her hips undulated with an almost cruel precision, taking him deeply with every descent. Asher raised his torso to kiss her, but she gently pushed him back, a mischievous smile on her lips.
"Stay… I'm leading now."
She continued, faster, more intense. Her moans mixed with his. When she felt she was about to come again, she leaned her torso forward, her forehead against his.
"Asher… I'm there…"
"Come with me," he breathed.
They came together, Miria contracting around him while he arched under her, a long rough moan escaping his throat. She collapsed onto his chest, short of breath, her body still crossed by light tremors.
Asher wrapped his arms around her, placing slow kisses on her shoulder and neck.