__Giles' Diary, Day Two__
By Monique and David Barton
Saturday the 17th of February.
Firstly, I should say that I am writing this rest of this entry,
on Sunday... some time in the late morning/early afternoon
period, and my darling Willow is sitting opposite me, doing the
same thing. She is also looking very beautiful (although it is
possible I have mentioned this before. I'm in love. It's allowed.)
and positively radiant... and she has just noticed me staring at her
and poked her tongue out... so pink and...
...Where was I? Ah, yes...
Willow mentioned that she wanted to take the chance to fill in
her journal, so I have decided to try to do the same. While I
have no doubt that I could never forget a single, solitary detail
of yesterday, I would like to have this, as a tangible, physical
memory of what was without a shadow of a doubt, the single
most perfect, wonderful, beautiful day of my life… Something,
for when I am... alone.
But I am getting ahead of myself and I should start at the beginning...
I don't want to leave out a single detail… And, to be completely
honest... I'm not sure how long I will be able to write with Willow
physically this close to me. I want to touch her. To hold her. To
kiss her, and feel her lips against mine...
... Basically, I'm saying this will be shorter than usual.
Of course I've already covered breakfast and the morning... so
picking up from not long after that.
We set out not long after noon. Willow had changed into some
clothes more sensibly suited to the cold weather...
not as warm as I would have liked, but we compromised. She
still looked wonderful, of course... as if she could look any other
way. So, after an attempt to explain to her how a forest as
old as the Norman Conquests could be called the New Forest,
(not entirely to her satisfaction, I don't think) we set off.
When we got out of the car, Willow started to speak, and then,
with the sweetest startled sound of joy, leapt into a full-blown
impression of a dragon using her frosty breath... Words cannot
do justice to how beautiful and sweet this woman is, how perfect
and delightful. She can find the joy and wonder in the simplest
things, the strangest situations... and show it to you, when you
are no longer able to see it for yourself. It may be, because in
and of herself, she is the most wondrous, joyous, perfect person,
in the world.
Yes, that was excessive, and florid. But I am in love with the sweetest
woman who ever lived, and she loves me back. I'm allowed to be florid.
We had scarcely taken a few steps from the car, when Willow
interjected herself under my arm, somewhat forcefully and
brrrrred. From the devious glint in her eye, I believe
this may have been part of her plan all along. I made a mental note
to mention this at some point in the very, very distant future, as
I hugged her closer to me, folding my arm further around
her, and rubbing my hand very gently back and forth across her
shoulder and arm... all for the warmth, of course.
... Then we entered the forest proper, hand in hand. (I have
to confess, I was rather pleased Willow didn't wear gloves.)
I'll confess, that when I had suggested the forest, and even after
she had agreed to the choice... I wasn't sure how she would like
it. A forest in winter, is a much different site to a forest in bloom,
which I was pretty sure was all Willow was used to... but as we
wandered deeper, passed the common grounds of the forest, I
knew she liked the forest too. Willow, more than anyone else I
have ever met can say so much, even when she doesn't speak.
Anyone else, I would of seeked confirmation, that they liked the
forest... but with Willow... I knew.
I may have been biased, but it was a beautiful day... cold, but
not uncomfortable, the grey sky was not miserable or dreary,
but fresh and slight... and as we curled deeper and deeper into
the forest proper, and the sparse canopy over took the sky, there
were only light patches of snow on the ground... it just got better.
We were heading even deeper in the forest interior, when the
most startling thing happened. Willow stopped completely. I didn't
understand until I followed her line of sight, and saw would she
had seen.
Nuzzled deep into a small grouping of trees, was a deer. Its
markings darker than any I have seen before, it was very well
camouflaged and took me a few seconds to notice it, with the
reduced vision and all. Not a very big deer, not much more than
a fawn, or a very slight buck, but very intelligent seeming.
Willow approached it slowly, I was only about a half step behind. The
deer allowed Willow and me, to approach to within around ten feet
of it, before slowly walking away. We both stopped, and it
continued walking slowly away from us, until it was perhaps twenty
feet away and then it stopped. It slowly dawned on us that it seemed
to want us to follow. Hand in hand, we did. The deer went deeper
and deeper into the wood, and still we followed, in earnest silence.
Whenever the ground became a little difficult, it froze, letting
us get almost close enough to touch it, before springing ahead
once more.
Willow and I, eventually lost sight of the deer, as we entered a
sort of thicket... and making careful progress, we worked through
to the other side... to one of most startling, wonderful things I have
ever seen.
On the other side of the thicket, was, and I feel somewhat insane
to even be writing this, but I know what I saw was true... there was
the most perfect summer glade, right there, set like an oasis in the
harsh beauty of the winter forest. Just emerging from the thicket,
had plunged us into the midst of it, and the smell of seasoning wild
flowers filled the air. The air was impossibly warm, and the glade
was lit by a bright sun.
For a moment, I feared some ill illusion or sorcery... but a look
at Willow's smile and I knew it wasn't so. It hadn't felt wrong, but
with her smile... I knew there was nothing we should fear here. I
stood for a long moment, awash with the sensations of being
somewhere pure... somewhere, almost holy... and with a beauty
almost as perfect as Willow's.
Her movement brought me out of my reverie, and together we
explored the glade, but somehow our eyes never left each other,
for more than a moment. Willow took off her shoes, (Have I
mentioned, she has the most wonderful feet? Because she does.)
And frolicked amongst the flowers. I watched her, and unable
to resist, after a few moments, I joined her, catching her as she
come off an impetuous cartwheel. And I know it may sound trite,
but watching her there, a beauty, surrounded my beauty, I fell in
love with her all over again. How could anyone not love her?
The grove seemed to extend, at one moment as far as the eye
could see, and at others, the boundary between the cold
snowy ground, and the warm summer grass was clear to
see. The wild flowers were a mix of colours, and while I
admit to being severely lacking when it comes to botany,
their beauty was clear for all to see... whites, pinks, yellows,
blues, and mixes of them all.
There is no way... I do not have the words, or the ability, to
describe such a place, the beauty of it… the feeling of
contentment… and the joy of sharing it with the woman I love...
it's beyond me, I'm afraid. Suffice it to say, it was beautiful.
By unspoken, but mutual agreement, we decided to take our
lunch here, and after a slow meal, we lay together on the warm,
soft, ground, and, I say in advance that this is a terrible mangling
of the English language, and not very clear in any account, but
I don't care and it is the only way I can thing of to put this... we
were less a we, and more... an us. Two halves of a single being,
something wonderful that only exists when we are together... and
when we are together, the rest of the world, everything... just stops.
Ceases to be... and makes way for us.
After a long, wonderful, while, and with the day slowly giving way
to night, we decided, with somewhat heavy hearts, to set out for
home. We left the glade, and as I hugged Willow close to me, we
walked away. I resisted the temptation to look behind me, knowing
what I would see if I did. The whole thing seemed almost dreamlike,
a dream just for us, a lover's vision and a gift from the forest, all
at once... And I wanted to keep that thought, as it was.
On the long walk home back through the forest, the light dimmed,
and Willow clung even closer to me... We made good time, even
with the, I admit, frequent stops for kisses... our numbed lips tingling
even more so, in the night air.
Also, we had the good fortune to bump into one of the forests
Keepers. An elderly gentlemen, but kindly, he seemed somewhat
doubtful of Willow's questioning about the glade we had encountered,
but my love's honest exuberance can deny no man for too long,
and convinced of our seriousness, he told us of the legend of the
heart of the forest, how it could only be seen my true lovers, and
ones favoured by the forest, for some reason. According to the
local legend, the last people to discover the heart, were The Prince
Edward and Wallis Simpson.
My initial temptation was too look into it further... my occultist
side, I suppose. To conduct research, find out more about the
legend... but then I looked into Willow's eyes, and rethought. There
are some mysteries, best left unsolved, and some wonders best
left unsullied. The glade is a sparkling, special memory, and the
perfect first day with the woman I love. ... There is nothing I could
discover which would make me happier... Thanking the Keeper, we
set out for the car.
We drove home quickly, and I started dinner, This was our
Valentine dinner, and I wanted to make sure everything was
perfect. I brought the fire back up to roaring, (although even
the dwindled warmth of the reduced fire was delightful after
coming out of the chill night air.) I had decided to cook
Chicken Madeira, as while it is a wonderful dish, there is very little
chance of mess, and I wanted to make sure dinner was as relaxed
as possible.
Willow lit candles and turned off all the other lights in the cottage
and put on some very soft music... I'm not sure what it
was, but it was delightful... I must ask her...
Anyway, as I added the finishing touches to the chicken,
preparing it for the table, and placed the dessert I had just
prepared into the fridge, Willow emerged from the bedroom,
pronouncing herself, ready for dinner.
Good lord.
There has never been, and I say this without a single doubt,
a more perfect, precise, and sensual vision of beauty, in the
history of the human race.
Needless to say, with the urbane casualness, so customary
to the Giles family, I stared, eyes as wide as saucers, before
stammering inanely, and completing my oaf impression, with
a coup de grace, dropping the spoon I was holding, and splaying
white chocolate nearly everywhere.
I think you'll understand why I move on here, very quickly.
Dinner was wonderful... I was even able to resist the incredible
temptation to feed Willow more than her first rose petal. I don't
think she would have minded, but still. Willow did feed
me the first of hers, and the feel of her fingers on my lips, was
delicious.
After dinner, we exchanged our Valentines gifts... Willow gave
me the most beautiful, wonderful, loving gift. A stone carved from
sheen obsidian, absolutely beautiful. Willow had enchanted the
stone, very slowly, over a period of months... with her own
essence. Willow, quite literally, gave me a part of herself. She
explained, in her sweet, loving way... that she has wanted to
give me something that would remind me of her, but she couldn't
think of anything. so she just gave me a part of her soul.
What could I possibly say to that? What could I possibly
say to her... That she had given me the one thing, I truly
wanted, but never dreamed I could have... the only thing
that could make me complete... a part of her. And yet, in
amongst the joy, I couldn't shake the sadness... that soon
this would be all I had of her.
I'm afraid, I lost control a little... but we kissed, and I reassured
her how much I had liked her gift... I think Willow was rather
fond of mine... as overprotective, as I felt given her, I must admit
I loved seeing her put it on.
And with that, we sat down by the fire, just relaxing together...
Willow laying gently in my arms... I squeezed her tighter,
and rested my hand on her shoulder. She responded, turning
into me deeper. She rested her hand, over my heart, which beat
quicker, and quicker with every passing second. Slowly, she
pulled her hand away, before sliding it back again, very gently,
undoing the buttons on my shirt as her hand went back in
contact with my heart... which beat like a drum, I freely
admit. I felt her stirring next to me, a soft noise, almost a purr,
coming from her, and I forced myself to relax, allowing all that
happened, to be up to her.
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With deliberate slowness, she tilted her eyes up to meet mine.
Our eyes locked together, and stayed as I slowly brought her
hand from my heart, to my lips. Gazes still intermingled, I kissed
the back of her hand, and turned it over, kissing her palm. Holding
her hand, and kissing her palm again, inwardly I hoped she
would want to continue... to take it further... and, thankfully,
she did.
She turned into me, facing me completely, caressing me lightly
all along my neckline and across my jaw, her touch feather
light and perfect. I turned with her touch, not wanting to deny
her anything she could want... wanting her delicate hands to run
the full length of my body. Slowly, Willow moved her legs, and
straddled herself on my lap, leaning into me. I let go of her
hand, gently, as both of my hands sunk to her hips. As I
caressed her there lightly... I felt her lips, moving down my
face, as she slowly kissed her way down from my brow, to
my cheek, and to my lips. Our lips yielded together, and we
explored each other's mouths, almost delicately... As the kiss
deepened slightly, I caressed her hips once more, and felt,
even through the layers of clothing her warmth near my
hardening body.
I moved my hands, letting them slip under the edge of her dress...
I caressed the bare skin of her thighs, smooth under my
rough fingers. Willow gasped, a little surprised. She sat back,
but I came with her, seeking to reassure her... moving my hands
carefully around her back to support her, as I nuzzled into her
neck, making the most gentle, delicate bites on the sensitive flesh
there, as she allowed her head to lull the other way in sensation.
Pulling away for the briefest moment, I looked for her eyes, to
make sure that her moments hesitation hadn't been the root of
something more. As strong as my desire for her was... I needed
to know that she felt the same... that she wanted me, as much
as I wanted her. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and, with a
playful smile on her lips, that I simply had to kiss, she tried to
reach for the zip of her dress. Reassured, I helped her find it,
and eased it down. I paused only for a brief moment, seeking
a final assurance, which I found in a bewitching smile. Then I
helped her lift the dress off over her head.
I sat transfixed, taking in the whole of her body, clad only in her
underwear, my gaze tracing the whole of her body, almost plotting
the path my hands would soon follow, love for her filling my heart,
even as desire spread through the rest of my body... As she slowly,
eyes totally unashamed, smiled at me and wriggled closer, her
body in ever closer contact with mine, my length now straining
into contact with her. I let my hands slowly play up her body,
from her thighs, across the silky plains of her stomach as I
moved with agonising slowness, up to her perfect breasts. I let
my hands brush gently across the thin lace of the bra,
drawing a sigh from Willow, as I let my thumbs rub gently
against the hard buds of her nipples...
... I almost didn't notice, as Willow slowly began to unbutton
the rest of my shirt, my own hands occupied on a slow slide
around her back, searching for the clasp of her bra... we reached
our goals, almost simultaneously. As I felt Willow undo the last
button, and her warm, gentle hands run across my chest... I
undid the clasp to her bra, and slowly eased the straps
from her shoulders, as I looked to her eyes once more, finding
the desire I also felt, mingled with love in her eyes too...
I sighed, a sigh of satisfaction, love, and passion all at once,
as Willow's breasts were bared before me. I reached out to
her, and brushed the underside of her breasts, with a light
caress from my thumbs, before I cupped her in my hands... a slow,
gentle caress, touching her nipples only incidentally. It had the
desired effect, as Willow moaned, a delightfully wicked sound,
and leant her head back slightly. Not wasting a second, I sank
my head into her exposed neck, kissing and nibbling her there
gently, and slowly letting my kisses descend down her chest,
placing the lightest kisses along the top of her breasts, before
I traced her achingly erect nipple with my tongue, gently sucking
it into my mouth, and slowly savouring her, enacting what before
I had only dreamed of... I moved along her body, slowly, tasting,
touching, kissing and caressing every inch of her exposed
breasts with my lips. Willow pushed against me, whimpering
softly, as she wiggled closer.
I stopped, the pressure from her wriggle, making me close my
eyes at the sensation. I looked up to her, just in time to catch
her lick her lips, as she leant down for another, even deeper
kiss. I felt her hands, roam freely across my chest, and as her
own fingers caressed my chest, it was my turn to moan, and
as she locked her eyes with mine, her eyes as hungry, as wanting
as mine... as she moved against me, I knew I had to have her...
and soon.
I stood quickly, her body fitting easily in my arms, and I gave
her a long, reassuring kiss, before I carried her to our bedroom.
Laying Willow on our bed, I tore off my shirt, and joined her, laying
my body along hers, enjoying the feeling of our contact. I kissed
her again, and felt her arms lock lightly behind my head. I worked
my way down her body, hands followed by soft lips, and probing
tongue, as I kissed and caressed my way down her, lingering
a long while at her breasts, before carrying on down along her
stomach, then, with agonising slowness, the damp material of
her panties. Slowly peeling them away, I cast them onto the ground,
and took in the sight before me.
The most beautiful, perfect woman I had ever seen, or could have
dreamed in the most delicious fantasy... the woman, that I have
loved purely, in one way or another from the very first moment
I laid eyes on her... open, and wanting me... Wanting to make
love... with me.
I was overwhelmed... in all the time, I had dreamed of her...
that I had loved her... I had never really thought, that she would
ever return those feelings... or that she could desire me, as I
desired her. And yet, here she was... as hungry for me, as in
love... as I was. I shook my head, returning from thoughts
of fantasy, to a fantastic reality, and I kissed her again, deeply,
resting a playful hand on her inner thigh. I lent into her ear,
and told her how I felt... how beautiful she was, how much I
loved her... my heart needing to tell her, as much as my body
needed her. And as we lay together, I let my hands move across
her legs, and I felt Willow slowly open herself to me. I let my hands
float gently over her, drawing the most delightful groan from her
beautiful lips, as I softly caressed her sex... Quickly, the desire, the
need,
became too much for me, and I felt that if I didn't taste her, that if I
didn't give her the pleasure I was desperate to give, that I would
cease to be.
I kissed down her stomach, with torturing slowness, the desire
to please her, and to taste her, not giving way to my desire to feel
all of her...yet... I reached her thighs, holding them gently. I placed
a gentle kiss at the very top of each leg, making Willow squirm
in delicious desire... her need growing... I slowly licked
along the full length of her heat, like a child with its first ice
cream, drawing my tongue slowly along the full length, and I
felt Willow shiver beneath me. Licking my lips, hungry now, after my
first taste of her, and desperate to give her the pleasure, I know
she desired... wanting to give her that ecstasy... I descended
onto her, and made love to her with my mouth. I caressed
Willow's body with my hands as I tasted her honey sweetness.
Her first orgasm was not long in coming, a hot wet pressure against
my eager tongue, and a delicious tremble from deep inside of her...
both the feel, and the sounds of her pleasure vibrated through me,
as a sharp cry escaped her lips. I glowed inside, at the feeling that I
had given her that pleasure… I held her tighter, as I increased my
tempo, our hungers mingling, as I fed both our needs. Unable to stop
myself, I fed deeper on her, living a thousand dreams of giving her
pleasure, making them real, in just one night.
Slowly, after she had come twice more, I slowed... giving her
one more, as I brought the tempo down, and kissed up along
her body, eager to see her sweet smile, to hold her again, and
see the love we share in her eyes once more. Leaving slow
kisses along her thighs in my wake, and then slowly up her
stomach, still holding her, caressing her.. as my love, slowly
stopped her trembles. I moved up her body further still, struck
dumb in wonder at her beauty, ...impossibly seeming to grow
with every passing moment, her body glowing in the dim light
of the room... lit be what lies inside of her.
We kissed again, her lips as hungry and eager as mine, her
heart as full...Her lips caressed my mouth, gently, before
gliding much further down my body, her hands gripped my
waistband, and I helped her, as we removed my trousers. Willow
pushed me in the shoulder, urging me to turn onto my back.
She kissed me deeply, as I felt her body just alongside mine.
I responded, and our kiss slowly broke, as Willow made her way
across my body. I could feel her light kisses, and sharp, yet
gentle nips, as she moved slowly across my neck and chest...
I could feel her hair, lightly brushing over my skin, lighter than
a feather... She moved down slowly, drawing groans, with
every touch. She moved, with agonizing slowness, down the bed, as
I strained upwards to see her. She nuzzled into my thigh,
making my erection twitch in anticipation as I groaned, and
shuddered. Then, I felt her fingers barely brush along my full
length. Unbidden, my body surged into her hand. I felt her hand
close around me, but loosely, as she stroked me... I felt her grip
loosen, and I nearly growled in frustration, until I felt her cheek,
soft and gentle as she ran it against my rigid tautness. I moaned,
loud and low, unable to stop myself. Willow looked up at me, her
eyes nearly as dark as mine must have been... Whatever she
sought there, she found, as she took just the tip of me inside her warm,
wet mouth, and ran her tongue around me.
I pushed my head back into the pillow, and squeezed my
eyes tight shut, trying, and failing to hold back some of the
naked, primal desire I felt... before giving way, to the wonderful
sensation, the feeling of the pleasure that was giving me,
out of her love... I could feel Willow's head dip, along me as
she took more and more of me into her mouth… her hands,
were not still, fondling me, running along the base of my
length, and along my hips, touching my thighs, as her hair
once again brushed along my skin. I felt her, start to hum,
low and in her throat, and the vibration ran through my body.
It was too much.
I managed to call her name, in a pleasured desperation, as
I gestured for her to come and lay beside me. I wasn't
sure how much more of her wonderful pleasure I could take,
and I wanted the first time I came with her, the first time... to
be a little different. She joined me, and I kissed her, deeply,
our love and passion mingling. My body ached for her and I
seeked to reassure her, even though her eyes told me it was
not needed. I coaxed her onto her back, gently, and she
opened herself to me... I moved over her, looking once more
to her eyes, as her smile once more gave me all the answers
I needed. I eased along her, rubbing my length across the
outside of her heat several times, before slowly pushing into
her, just a little. I stopped... the feeling of her all around me,
was overwhelming and tight. I slowly pulled out, just a fraction,
not wanting to hurt her, and I lent down to her, for a gentle
kiss. She responded, our tongues barely touching, as I pushed
back into her, a little deeper, before stopping once more,
holding myself in check. Slowly, I felt her body open to me,
wider, and I moved once more, this time all the way inside her.
That moment, the sensation was nearly overwhelming… the
pleasure, my desire, the realisation of a moment I had dreamt of so
many times before, but never really believed would ever happen,
and the love I knew Willow felt for me... it was almost too much…
I rested my head against her neck, until I felt gentle lips my by
ear, whispering, I love you.
I smiled, lifting my head away from her neck, as our eyes locked
again. My Willow... My love. We kissed again, as I started to
move within her. Long, deep strokes, slow and steady, as our
bodies adjusted to one another. I stroked in and out of her,
wanting the feeling to last forever... She started to move against
me, her body full adjusted to the sensation, and I felt her hands
touching me, cupping my buttocks as she drove me onwards,
urging me into her. After far too short a time, I felt her back arch,
and her body tense against me, as she shouted out.
... the feeling, this final pleasure, was too much, and I came
with her, crying out her name. My body tensed, and then slowly
relaxed, as I started to come down slowly from the physical and
emotional high. I lent into her, for another deep kiss. I tried to shift
my weight from her, but Willow held onto me. I pressed her body
against mine and eased onto my side. And there we lay next to each
other, side by side, still intertwined.
I'm not sure when we fell asleep, but it wasn't early. We
spent countless hours worshipping each other, kissing and
caressing each other... And when we did sleep, we slept
together, Willow's head leaning against my heart, and her leg
over mine, as my arm enfolded her to me. We woke together,
and made love again, slowly with the rising of the sun. We
spent most of the morning, drifting in and out of a light, dreamy
sleep together.
When we did eventually manage to get out of the bedroom, we
took a shower together. I slowly washed Willow, starting with
her hair, and then following every curve and fold of her body...
and made sure she was very, very clean.
And then as I held her body close to mine, and with a last
wet kiss, pronounced her cleaned, head to toe... she said
that she wanted to wash me too. After, and I can honestly say
I didn't resist the offer very long... afterwards, together we
toweled each other dry... long, wonderful moments of complete
openness. We had both been joined soul to soul for so
long... we were now joined body to body... No secrets, nothing to
hide. It's a wonderful feeling.
Which brings us, very shortly afterwards, to now.
And I think, my Willow is just about finished with her journal.
So, if you'll excuse me, the writing of this, has just made me,
more than ever, want to touch her, to feel the gentle caress,
of the woman I love. I want to hold her close to me, and
whisper to her, how much I love her... while I still can... And
so I shall.
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