Sam stands on the threshold of death...he sees his loved ones, but , he chooses me....although I don't know that yet... it is what I see as I lay with him comfortably and naturally upon Susan's pillows. The cubby is small and smells of smoke and remnants of weed and candles, it is cozy, safe and I have to trust Sue will return with the answers to my fears....remembering this could be the last time I am with him.
Sam looks at me and we quietly went about fixing the blanket in a proper manner...laying together we look into each others eyes, touching hands I try to tell him I am sorry...he quiets me and pulls me close, his hand wiping my tear...I sigh into his arms and explain to him how the evil of this world, the darkness sometimes overpowers even the greatest of things...and that it could one day take me from him, I don't want this of course I just know it had to be told. And you Sam are a pure and gentle soul--a knight serving your princess....what more could I say to bring comfort to us both...I swear I hear once more the sound of wind and wings...Sam pulls me to him and reassures me he is with me always. Even if we must part he is now part of me and I him...his touch upon my face is like electricity..it makes my heart race...Dare I want more. Dare I open myself to him.
Feeling his face so close to my own, his breath like elixir I must sample..I kiss his mouth as we did that first time in the orchard...
deep, loving and sweet he greets me with his own. I feel the heat from our body's and with freedom to explore I pull him against me feeling my hips against his. my breast pushing against his chest bare of it's armour  free of all sin we smile knowing what is about to happen.
In each others embrace, understanding the pulse of our desire we take off our clothes and lay close feeling the heat and begin our exploration...young and ready, our desire and the knowledge that  it might be the only time,  we are carefree. Brushing the hair from my face Sam takes my face in his hands he touches me so lovingly I cry once more...I take Sam's face in my own hands and we kiss  I choke back a sob. I have long dreamed of this very moment...many times when I was a child would I dream of this, my prince taking my face in his hands loving me, seeing me for who I am and loving me so...and here I was now and it was real and it was him. I was overjoyed and let the power of the moment wash away all the fear of earlier, giving myself fully to Sam.
I never have known the love of a man  and Sam was young but he was a man after all and I was learning with him what that meant.
I was shaking as he pushed his hips against mine...he was so sweet whispering how precious I was to him, I heard his voice shaking a little and we smiled together.
Natural and lovingly we fell into an embrace of passion... never having doubt, with this long awaited desire for true love, unconditional love... we kissed excitedly and I touched his arms and chest his hips he pushed gently against me once again, I laid over on my back and lifted my head to the pillow. I reached for his kiss eagerly and he laughed with excitement as we fell together young, in love and forgetting the past, taking each other as so many children have before them. Sam's touch was like lightening he was touching my young nipples and pinching them so tenderly ...I could see he wanted to kiss them and brought them to his mouth...Ohhh he sighed....I giggled and relaxed in his embrace as Sam my Sam explored my breast and hips and now my womanhood waiting his touch...come my Sam lets be free together tonight as only we can.....and I swear I heard distant music as we began our night as lovers.