The night was warm without driving sweat on the skin, comfortable even. A perfect backdrop to the actual ongoings. The moon was full casting a serene white light on the scene bathing the whole landscape into a silvery, almost dreamy light. The artificial stars of Champion City’s lightening competed with the originals in the sky while the veins of the city bled white and red light. Shimmering waves washed against the shore in a distance and that sound mixed with the melody of how the wind whistled through the high grass to deliver a subtle, soft background music.
All the fantastic details that nature could offer seemingly combined for a single purpose, to add another romantic dimension to the little wooden table that stood on a hill a few miles outside Champion City. In a display of playful and teasing irony a checkered tablecloth was draped over the wooden surface on which a single candle stood to mimic the famous all-time Disney classic The Lady And The Tramp. To further improve this likeliness the food for this evening had been carefully chosen: Spaghetti Bolognese.
For the two people who had a late and romantic dinner after sunset here, it clearly worked. From time to time the man’s fingers sneakily crawled over the table to caress the woman’s hand while their feet were constantly touching between the table legs. But even more than that the affection they shared was shown in their eyes. Not a single moment, even as they tried to get the unruly noodles on their forks, could they break eye contact drowning in the unbelievably deep windows to the soul of their counterpart. Their lips, frozen in an eternal blissful, testified to that.
How long they sat there the could not say, time had lost its meaning for them. Today they had met for the first time in person, too long had they had to be deprived of the presence of the other. What had started as a small internet chat had grown into a full blown romance after time. And now that they were finally able to be together supported by the loving effort he had put into preparing this dinner they drank of the sweet nectar of real attachment. Hours went by with the two eating in extended enjoyment. Speechless as they were they did not need words at all, the other had became the whole universe for them.
Inevitably they had reached the end of their meal the moon still shining down on them and their sauce crusted dishes. He still had a single meatball on his plate though. The woman’s face was suddenly enlightened with an enrapturing smile as her gallant used his fork to deliberately clownishly roll said meatball onto her plate. Still showing this breathtaking smile she impaled the food and brought it to her mouth where she playingly placed it in her mouth.
A moment of silence followed, a moment of awkward insecurity what to do. Maybe they did not need words but were actions justified at this point? Caught in the gaze of each other further minutes passed.
It was him who finally carried on. Breathing in deep he stood up and walked over to her, slowly, his eyes still fixed on her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. Her beautiful face lightened up even more as he extended his right arm palm open for her to place her hand into his. Boldly and at the same time trustingly she did. It needed only one short gentle pull of him to get her out of the chair and into his arms.
And then they danced. There was no music, no two stereotypical Italians with accordion and violin like there had been for the two dogs, there was just them two and the sweet music that the island itself bestowed upon them as a present. The highway in the lively metropolis was the soft bass, the ocean itself played the drums with its waves, the wind in the high grass was like violins and the crickets who sung their lusty songswere something so perfect man had not invented it yet.
Like angels they floated over the romantic grass hill but still they were only teenagers in love. Every single move was surprisingly synchronous and played into the next, together they formed a unity that had no set choreography but could exist with any right on every official upper class dance floor with their beauty alone.
The woman’s heart skipped a beat when his hands which had lain so decently on her hips and in her hand suddenly changed grip. What was he doing? Her question was answered when her world suddenly turned upside down. A slight giggle escaped her crimson lips as she was suddenly held in a tango like pose lying in his arms. With a strength surprising for a man that cultivated such a bearing he put her back on her feet.
There they stood again breathing a bit heavily. Partly from the exhaustion of dancing, partly from the proximity their bodies had just shared. He was the first to act again. With as much tenderness as possible he stroked her fascinating long hair behind her ear and put a single flower there that he had just picked while he had held there. Following his newest act of gallantry he just stood there worshipping her with his eyes.
This time it was her time to act. All this tension became too much for her, an inner urge pushed her towards him started by all the effort he had put in the evening and the admirable gentleman like attitude he had held up for the whole evening. Not able to bear it anymore she pressed her lips onto his while a single cloud darkened the moon. As long as there was darkness, they kissed passionately his hand still cupping her face.
When the moon appeared again they parted again. But something was different. The woman’s eyes weren’t as sparkling anymore. Instead they looked in a dull expression at the man as if she had lost free will. Her mouth stood open and her whole body told of an uncomfortable tension.
The man’s plan had finally come to fruition. Like a zombie the woman who had been his lover only seconds before handed him a strange small device on a verbal command. Time for him to send the faithful text message.
As soon as his mobile phone had confirmed the sending he turned towards his new slave again with an unwholesome crooked smile on his handsome face.