Trio

First Morning

May the 2nd, 1420

He woke from dreams of mist and darkness, suddenly sitting upright in his bed, shivering and barely able to breathe. For a few seconds he was completely disoriented, but then he remembered… and the tension left his body.

He gazed down at her… her lovely face, the tanned neck and the beautiful curve of her shoulders. Her breasts were invisible, but the thought of last night brought back the memory of their loveliness and the way they felt under his hands. Had he really… oh yes, he had, and now he felt a sudden heat rising in his cheeks.

She opened her eyes.

“Did you sleep well, my love?” Her voice was a soft murmur.

His answer was hopelessly honest: “Could be better.” A short pause. “It’s the dreams.”

She smiled at him, her gaze filled with unerring confidence.

“Don't worry, my heart,” she said. “Just give me enough time.”