A Smiling Moon
Bo turned the key in the cottage lock. "Here we are, Red. Home sweet home for the next few days..."
He opened the door to let Nora enter and followed her with their bags. They glanced around.
"It's cute!" Nora exclaimed, "...And so cozy...perfect..." she finished, turning around to give him a smile.
Bo deposited the suitcases by the door so they could explore further. The cottage was small...one room and a bath...with hardwood floors and scattered rag rugs throughout. A kitchenette ran along one wall with a nook for eating beside a window. There was a couch, coffee table, and a few overstuffed chairs arranged in the center of the room in front of a small stone fireplace. The bed was on the opposite wall between two bedside tables. The cottage was not frilly, but comfortable and clean. It had a small beachfront porch with a hammock and a couple of rockers.
They stood on the porch and took in the view...beyond the beach grasses and their sandy front yard spread the blue Atlantic, in her glory, white surf crashing to the shore.
Bo wrapped his arms around Nora's waist as they took in the view. "Welcome home, honey," he whispered, squeezing her tight.
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After exploring their accommodations, they went to the nearest town for dinner. They had burgers at a pub called The Blue Pelican, then stopped to pick up a few supplies and snacks before returning to the cottage.
Bo put the food away as Nora looked out the window. "It's a nice night for a walk on the beach. Want to?"
"Love to, honey...just let me put this wine in to chill for later."
Moments later, as they strolled along the beach, Bo talked of their itinerary for the next few days. He talked of the fishing, of course, and of some local restaurants he'd like to try...maybe visiting a lighthouse or going to Kitty Hawk where the Wright Brothers first flew. There was so much to do in this area and only a few short days. He knew they wouldn't have time for everything.
They continued walking, arms around each other, surf rolling over their feet, but Bo soon noticed that he was doing all of the talking. Nora walked beside him in silence.
He looked at her. "Red? You with me?"
She turned to him, startled. "Hmmm? What?...What did you say? I'm sorry…"
"You're not breaking our rule are you? We agreed 'no thinking of Llanview or any of it's inhabitants' while we're here."
"And I'm not," Nora assured him with a sideways glance.
"Well...something's on your mind. You seem a million miles away…"
She turned to face him wrapping her arms around his neck. "Well...I'm not a million miles away," she said softly, "I'm right here with you...just enjoying the moment...thinking about...how perfect it feels to walk beside you here at the edge of the world...all alone...just the two of us...the sea breeze...the waves rolling over our feet...and that moon hanging there…"
Bo glanced up at the crescent moon. "That moon," Bo nodded, "...is smiling at us. See that, Red?"
She gazed up at the smiling crescent. "It is! So...what do you suppose it's smiling about?" she asked, looking back at Bo.
"Well...I'm not sure," he began quietly, "but...it's probably reading my mind," he answered, drawing her close.
She smiled back and raised a brow. "And...what's on your mind, Commissioner?" she asked, toying with his shirt buttons.
He pulled her closer and kissed her, "That little cottage for two," he breathed, close to her lips, "and that bottle of wine I left chilling," he whispered, kissing her again. He began walking her backward toward the cottage as he continued answering between kisses...each kiss more intimate than the one before. "And that bed we haven't tried out yet...and your na-ked bo-dy next to mine…"
"Oh, I see!...Well, you have quite an active mind, Commissioner," she giggled as he kissed her again.
"Mmhmm...So," Bo breathed by her ear, "what do you think? Want to join me?" He kissed her again...slow and lingering, deep and intimate...then let his hot mouth plant kisses under her ear and make a path down her neck. Her body trembled and she sighed.
"That invitation is nearly impossible to refuse," she whispered.
"Then don't refuse....say 'yes'."
Totally taken away by him, she ran her hands through his hair and breathed a nearly incoherent, "Yes."
"Hmmm? What was that, honey?" Bo murmured, nibbling her earlobe and slowly continuing his journey toward the cottage.
"Yes…" she breathed, a little louder this time.
"I can't hear you...say it again," he teased softly, holding her close to him.
"Yes," she said, claiming his mouth with her own for another all-consuming kiss. Her body melted against his as their tongues tangled together each fighting for dominance. She wanted him, and their proximity let her know he was ready for her. Finally, pulling back, she breathed, "Let's go back to the cottage..."
"I've got a better idea, Red. Why waste this beautiful night?"
He released her and quickly pulled off his shirt. Laying it on the sand, he made a makeshift bed. Then he pulled her down with him and they undressed each other quickly. The crescent moon continued to smile over Bo's shoulder as they finally made love...
in the dark...
on the beach...
their only music the sounds of their own sighs and the rolling Atlantic behind them…
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