That was his intro. Not the most overtly seductive of come ons. Just quietly to the point and gently flattering. So much him.
Then the charming interplay. Words poured from one restless mind to the other. A forgotten dance they both knew how to play. But somehow only with each other.
There was fear at first. The consternation of the lightening strike that spoils the picnic. He was everything she wanted and nothing she knew.
There was resistance too. So much tug and pull. Almost too much for a mind to bear. The demands of every learned behaviour against the deepest urges of the soul. In a fight to the death. He knew she could win. More decidedly than she knew it herself.
Through the dungeons of endless conversation and purged regrets. Through seedy encounters in strange places with countless strange men. All for him. And all for herself.
Trust the unknown. Trust the dark. Trust the command to forsake every stricture the world had ever used to fence you in. Trust him. Even when all logic urged retreat.
Was it obedience to him? Or obedience to the cravings of her own wilful heart. Did it matter? He came to feed on the delights of her surrender just as much as she fed so greedily from the well of his relentless authority. The caring firmness she had never known. In return for the innocent gentle love she offered so eagerly in return. A sound bargain. A perfect joy.
And so she changed as a season changes. From winter with its blanket of protection and mask of ice. To glorious spring playing out the passions of a life delayed. To summer’s warmth. Talents found and feelings shared.
At last to gentle autumn. With the vulnerability of flowers long in bloom and leaves alive with colour. His harvest of life. Never meant for winter’s chill again.
It was a simple hello. Then he led her through the fire. To find it burning in her soul at the end. A reflected glow. And an ever fresh beginning.
At last there was a plane ride. New hellos and the final barriers of distance to be overcome. A new kind of dance crafted from the old. Awkward steps grown easier each day.
There was calm then. The peace of the known. True acceptance. Perfect understanding in perfect silence. Wind racing through their hair in the warm night air.