#earthrunes

Zara might fuss. SO many here reduced to syruppy romance, or even base carnal desire this valentines. She despairs somedays of this hold engaging in more cerebral activities. Perhaps she should encourage a book club? Something gracious.

Of course, as she ponders this, she is herself quite nude, as iss her trueheart, as she uses his back as a writing desk

Earl smiles from his position flat on his stomach "What's this story about? Or must I wait till it is done to read it entire?"

"Aye. Tis MOST secret, my love."

And she leans over to plant a kiss on his bare shoulder.

He shivers delightedly "Another secret only for you. " A beat "As it should be." Fondly "Have I mentioned how much you enthrall me?"

"Mmm, not recently."

"How neglectful of me" He tuts at himself "You enthrall, bedazzle and beguile me. You bother and bewitch me in the best ways. You are the autumn breeze that sharpens my senses, the sliver of moonlight whose light makes sense of the world. By it's shine I can read my heart's fate, and I welcome that destiny. " perhaps a little less poetically but with sincerity "I touch you, and I know everything will be all right"

"My poet. And here, I think myself an author." Earl is rewarded with more kisses, along his shoulder and neck.

Damn Fiona.

He shudders "Keep that up, and your' desk' is going to turn on you"

"I like to live dangerously."

He does turn, "That you do" And he gently makes sure her notes and paper don't fall even as he arches up to kiss her

(Fade to 'dangerous living...)

(Damn Fiona.)