CHAPTER FOUR #2
So beautiful was his adoration for this woman, tears gathered within his eyes.
And, when he settled himself beneath the willow tree that seemed to be waiting for them so patiently, he brought her down with him as he sat, and, settling her onto his lap, it was she who whispered into his ear as she gently kissed it, "I wish to make love to you, Red Fox. "
If there were any remaining negative thoughts about making this woman his own, those dark images vanished into the atmosphere surrounding them.
He moaned, and his voice was shaking when he whispered, "I, too. I, too, want this. But, I fear I do not know how to remove your clothes without tearing them. They are foreign to me."
When she said, "I will do it," he rejoiced.
But, he was to see that she didn't take off her clothes at all.
Instead, she pulled up her dress and, with only a few quick motions, she was bare where it mattered, and, almost at once, they became one in the dance of love, she having to do most of the work since she was sitting above him.
But, she seemed to do so most willingly.
This was the outlet they each one had been yearning for. Distance and time between them hadn't mattered at all. Their need was alive within them, had been kept alive within them both all this time.
They would have this moment.
He kissed her over and over again with lips and tongue as they began the dance of love, and he was greatly pleasured when he realized she had not been with another man during this time.
In response to her, he almost completed their dance before it had begun.
Quickly though, he held himself in check, and then all thought ceased as he gave her all the pent-up love of these past few winter counts.
They kissed and they kissed as they gave to one another.
And, this dance, as pure as it was, appeared to be centered in a moment set out of time, the essence of who he was meeting the spirit of who she was, and he felt himself become as one in both body and spirit with her.
It happened at the crescendo of their love, and as he floated upward with her, he knew a truth as surely as the sun shines in the sky: he had to find a way for them to be together in this life. There could be nothing less.
And, when they had temporarily savored the passion between them, neither one of them moved, until, all at once, the urge seemed to come over them again, and he loved her over and over as though there might not be a tomorrow for them.
And, as he again became close in spirit to her, he knew there could be no hiding the truth of their love for one another from others, nor was there even a thought of doing so within his mind.
When, at last, their thirst for one another had been appeased, at least for the moment, they sat there beneath the beautiful gently-waving willows, relishing in their love for one another. Neither one of them moved to end their embrace.
However, even a moment set out of time eventually has to match its rhythm to the world around it, and as they reentered into the time stream of this world, they kissed again.
"I love you," he confessed. "But, although I am certain you know this, there are many problems we now face."
"You are right; I know this. But, you see, it matters but little to me.
I love you, too. Making love to you is so moving, so stirring within me, and so beautiful, how could we have let two years come between us, and yet it took me all those long years to find what I had to in order to return home again. "
"I know this you say is true," he murmured. "Somehow, together, we will discover how to make our love known and accepted to both our worlds."
"Yes," she answered. "We will find a way. I have an idea about it; although I am not certain you will like it."
"We will talk about it later," he whispered. "For now, let us love one another again."
"Oh yes. Let us make love with one another over and over so I might be persuaded this is real and not another one of my dreams."
He smiled. And, indeed, as she had said, so it came to be.
It wasn't until much later in the day when their passion had been momentarily satisfied that Red Fox was able to leave Poka'aki for a moment, hidden as she was within the strand of many willows.
The thought of war parties had resurfaced within him, and he knew he had to go in search of his pet and their ponies. He found them easily.
He petted both ponies, as well as Hunts-with-the-wind, thanking the young wolf for his assistance.
"You love her," said Hunts-with-the-wind in mind-speak. "Any who see you would know this."
"I love her very much. Niitá'p, very much," he answered in mind-speak. "Will you watch the ponies again and warn me if a war party comes into your awareness?"
"I will," answered the wolf, again in mind-speak.
"Follow me, then, into the woods next to the stream. I will hobble both animals so your watching them will be easier."
"It is easy for me even if their front feet are not bound."
Red Fox grinned, reaching down to pet Hunts-with-the-wind's head once more. Before he left the wolf to join Poka'aki, Red Fox whispered, "When you get a little older, my friend, you will understand the passion of loving."
"I understand it now," answered the wolf in mind-speak.
Red Fox chuckled softly. "áa, I am certain you do." Then, taking the blankets from their ponies' backs, Red Fox crept back toward the willows and to Poka'aki.
áa, they would do it all again, but perhaps with the aid of these blankets, they would make love more conveniently and as it was more properly done.