Knight - Mel Afoa

She wanders the forest, pondering which way to turn. She runs, not knowing where she is going, but the sensation of the unknown excites her to the core. She runs through the thick dense of the green forest, the wind blowly softly as it dances past. She runs, enjoying the way the wind blows her long hair into the air, and makes her tingle with goosebumps. She runs, looking for nothing, running from nothing. She comes to a pond, the colour as baby blue as possible. She looks at her reflection, and gently touches the surface of the water, weaving her hands through the water softly. Her murky brown eyes look around the forest for a trace of fear or discomfort. She finds none, and looks up at the sky with contentment. The sky is just a blue, overpowering blanket, and the baby clouds are as white as Heaven. She wanders around, touching the small violets near the pond, its colour a shade of lovely, light purple.

She skips through the forest, laughing freely. She runs across the aplle green grass, happiness and contentment as her shadows. She spins in small circles, the sound of laughter blending in with the sound of the singing birds in the picturesque nature around her. She silently looks up as she spins, feeling dizzy, but free. It is then that she bumps into something. Someone, actually.

"Ouch! watch-argh!", she falls to the ground, suprised as she falls, and immedietly grabs onto the person to help her. Unfortunately, she drags the person with her, and hits the ground, and suffers more as the person falls ontop of her. Spots of blackness appear in her vision, and she can see the dizzy stars as she tries to see clearly.

" Argh, watch it, will you?", the figure on top of her growls, his voice deep, yet suprisingly attractive. He peers down at her. She notices that baby blue eyes are staring down at her, and then sees his blond hair as if the sun itself. She winces, feeling his attractive body pressed hard onto hers.

" Do you mind?", she replies, pushing him upwards so she can stand, but failing.

He peers at her, looking at her with a deep attraction and confusion. She knows he is wondering why is here in a forest of all places. She then notices he is wearing a sort of armour, and immedietly realises he must be somewhat of importance. She hastily rolls over, pushing him slightly, stands and straightens her dress.

" I am truly sorry ", she mutters, a slight red blush creeping slowly on her features. She then reaches down and extends an arm, which he thankfully takes. He stands slowly, and she can't help feel small butterflies in her stomach. He is handsome, with Prince-like features, picturesque as nature. She looks away from him, embarrassed from her staring. He is looking at her, head bent slightly. He is watching her with interest, and the more he stares, the more uneasiness is her shadow.

"It was not your fault. I was careless", he says, he's voice as handsome as his features. She looks at him, and can't help wanting to run her delicate hands in his spiky, blond hair. She shakes her head and smiles, her brown eyes locked into his blue irises.

" No. I was...spinning around, and that's considered more careless than standing", she laughs, her voice sweet yet soft. He smiles, and she can't help notice how close he is to her, as if coming together like magnets. He then extends his hand forward, and she sees muscles moving in his body. She shivers softly.

" Deston", he says.

" Venirah", she replies, touching his soft hand. They linger for more than a handshake should take, before slowly breaking off. He is still close to her, and she can feel his sweet breath touch her face with the breeze.

Two minutes later, they are walking through the forest together, laughing and looking at the wonderful surroundings around them. She runs her hand through the thick leaves of the trees and he looks on with a small smile plastered on his features. He is studying her, and he can't help but take in her amazing beauty. He watches as her beautiful, curly hair dances with the wind, and how her eyes are like the lightest shade of wood. Her body is like an angel, long, graceful and angelic. Her dress fits her perfectly, and so he can see the outline of her beauty. He cannot help but feel overdressed, what with his armour and sword. But of course, that is the price of being a known knight, one must carry heavy equipment to prepare for attacks.

Two minutes later, and they reach a small river.

He immedietly runs towards the water, taking off his armour as he gracefully runs. She runs as well, the wind following them into the water. She sits on the edge of the pond, and puts her feet into the water. Leaving his armour behind, he jumps into the water, but only manages to wet underneath his hips. She laughs as he tells stories about his Knighthood. He recalls the adventures he had serving the King Alexander of Seron, their realm. She in turn, tells him about her adventures as being a Lady, and being good friends with the King's daughter, Princess Shelianar. They sit in the water, talking about their adventures, the time slowing crawling by.

He lifts up suddenly when she does not expect it. He grins and threatens to throw her into the river if she does not make him laugh. She smiles, her head spinning as she realises the intimate position she is held in. Her arms have snaked around his neck, his arms wrapped around her waist. Her lips are inches from his, and she brings up her courage to inch a little more closer. The world stops, and they are by themselves, in their own world of nature. The birds flying above and chirping cannot be heard. The water running softly from the rocks cannot be heard splashing. The wind around them dances, and yet it is oblivious.

She smiles, and begins to plant her lips on his. He comes closer, lips about to tou-

Her hands have found his weak spot, and she tickles him as he cries in shock and horror. He falls to the floor, unfortunately bringing her down as well, and bends forward before cracking into a heap of laughter. He rolls on the floor, and tries to hold out and escape. She laughs above him and runs off. He regains his posture, and runs after her, both of them laughing as the wind enters the game, blowing harshly but beautifully. She looks behind her shoulder as runs, and does not know the river is about to meet her if she does not slow down. She turns as she is about to touch the water, and begins to trip. He has caught up, and immedietly catches her to stop falling in by holding her hand. She looks behind and sees he has stripped his shirt off, and she is now looking at the angelic view of his chest. Muscular, the feeling of hard muscles in water. She gulps and knows this is punishment for tickling him, as he is looking at her eyes with a mischeivious grin on his lips. He lets go of her for a second and she gasps, only to catch her back again. She looks at him frowning, but he can see the fun in her eyes. He laughs softly, their joint hands burning with desire.

" Shall I let go, my Lady?", he asks her, but she is too busy looking at his perfect lips.

He bends closer, and wraps one arm around her waist, the other still holding her hand. She gulps softly, and with confidence, uses her left hand to run through his blond hair. His blue eyes gaze at her with the most intense love ever written in the stars, and her eyes match his. She bends in and smells his aroma. He smells sweet, and smells like the minty leaves they ran past in the forest. She is about to place a gentle kiss on his lips, when he lets go suddenly and shoves her into the water.

She surfaces, her expression mixed with shock and suprise. He cannot help but laugh even harder, and then seeing as her dress sticks onto her pefectly sculptured body, he stops abrutly. She looks at him, eyes narrowed and lips tight. He jumps into the river, and she immedietly jumps onto his shoulders, their laughter blended into the forest noises. He spins her around, and wraps one arm again around her waist. She wraps her legs around his body, so she is sitting on him, and both notice the icy cold water turns sizzling hot from intimate hotness. He lifts her chin up, and with one hand, pulls her neck so she comes closer. She looks into his blue yes to find love and commitment dancing in the fires of his pupils. Her lips instantly crash onto his, the kiss fierce yet gentle.

She tastes every single taste in his mouth, savouring the moment. His hand moves from her neck to her waist, pulling her closer to his body. He can taste the perfect sweetness of Heaven on her lips, with a bit of salt water mixed in. The sun shines up, smiling softly and sending small sunlight rays onto their position. They kiss oblivious to the nature around them, eyes only for each other. He leans back and smiles down on her. She in return runs her hands through his roughed up hair. He cannot help but get addicted to her taste, and so his lips unconsciously seek his again.