The fire crackled and popped.
The night air was cool, and the intense heat the campfire made created a delicious contrast. One side was uncomfortably chilly, one side was uncomfortably hot. What better way to feel alive.
She stood there with her hands in her pockets, the firelight dancing in her eyes and on her skin. I watched her from the edge of the clearing. What was she thinking about? When an owl hooted behind me in the woods, she looked my way, but she failed to see me in the darkness. My beautiful girl.
I walked over to her, scuffing my feet a few times so as to be obvious and not scare her, carrying my armload of firewood.
“Find some?” she asked me.
In response, I tossed the entire armload onto the fire. Sparks shot upward, and the hungry flames grew larger. I brushed my hands off and stood there staring into the coals, the heat baking my face. She slid her arm through mine, and laid her head on my shoulder.
We stood there like that – linked, quiet, perfect – for some time.
“Come with me,” I insisted. “I want to show you something.”
We walked through the woods, the trees and shrubbery dense at times. It was nearly midnight, and visibility was limited. She stuck close by me. At one point, something went crashing away from us – probably a deer or some other wild animal – and I heard her gasp as she grabbed the back of my shirt. The slope was steep in some areas, the footing questionable. We finally made it to a rock outcropping, and I helped her down. When we rounded its curve, we could see what I wanted to show her.
The water thundered over the cliff above and pounded into a deep pool not far in front of us. The natural valley at its base cupped us like two sugar cubes in a tiny bowl. Sheer rock faces surrounded us, walling us off from the rest of the world.
She took my hand, leaned close to my ear so I could hear over the roar of the water. “It’s incredible,” she said.
I walked her over to the water’s edge, and pointed at a certain angle, across the basin, over the shoulder of the waterfall. “Can you see that?” I asked her, intentionally being vague.
She peered down the line of my arm, turning her head this way and that. Then she gasped.
“It’s a rainbow!” she exclaimed.
“No. It’s called a moonbow. It’s the moonlight reflecting and refracting in the mist of the waterfall.”
“It’s amazing! How did you know it was here?”
I ran my hand up the back of her neck to tease her ponytail, and wrapped an arm around her middle. “It’s rare,” I assured her. “Like you.”
We stood there enjoying our secret view. I could feel, in a corner of my mind, the campfire we left a mile or two away burning lower, even as another one began to burn hotter. She turned to me, and we kissed. Her lips were soft, her mouth so warm. My hands wandered over her, pulled her to me.
“Get in with me,” she whispered in my ear, and stepped away. She pleaded with her eyes in the darkness. I thought about her sitting in a car, in a parking lot, half a continent away, smiling at me with the sunlight in her eyes. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped it to the damp rock at her feet. Unclasped her bra. Slid her shorts and panties down. Kicked off her shoes.
The moonlight glowed on her impossibly perfect skin. Her naked body, jesusgod, that body. She walked a few steps into the chilly water, stepping carefully on the slick rocks, then turned to look at me over her shoulder. She beckoned to me once, then continued on. Her hair swayed back and forth over her bare back. My heart ached, thinking about how much she meant to me. I watched her ease deeper and deeper into the water. How long had I waited for her? How hard had I labored, how many years had I suffered, getting ready for her? How could I ever be ready for her?
I pulled my shirt off and eased towards the water. I would follow her in. If I got cold, she would know how to warm me up.
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