Of course, it could be Mabon’s company that is making me feel so very content. Or the vast amount of mind-blowing sex we’ve been having lately. That’s infamous for putting people in a good mood. Though, I’d like to think I’m not as shallow as that.
Up ahead of me, seemingly unencumbered by his large rucksack, Mabon ducks gracefully under a low branch. His lilac hair stands out against all the muted browns of the woods. It’s eye-catching, just like he is. But it doesn’t clash. Mabon looks as if he belongs out here. It is something in the way he moves. This is his domain, and watching him in it is filling my heart with joy.
Suddenly, a soft pitter-patter noise flows through the woods. It starts in the distance and then washes over me. The rain hasstarted. I should be dismayed, I’m out here walking in it, with no shelter, and I’m going to be sleeping in a tent tonight with no way to get dry. But it is simply such a beautiful accompaniment to the stunning surroundings that I don’t care about getting wet.
We walk along in both the rain and companionable silence for a short while. Then the trees open up to a small clearing. As Mabon steps into it, he turns around to face me. He walks effortlessly backwards and grins.
He holds his hands up to the rain. Then he sticks his tongue out, tilts his head back, and tries to catch raindrops. He spins around like that, and I laugh.
Rain has plastered his hair to his head. Water is trickling over his face, and he has never looked more beautiful.
He shrugs his rucksack off and starts dancing in earnest. A twirling, twisting dance of joy. The grace of his body is astonishing, but it is his exuberance which has me utterly mesmerised. I never knew such joy could be found in something so ordinary as rain. Mabon can see the beauty and wonder of the world, and now, thanks to him, my eyes have been opened to it.
He swirls around the clearing and my heart swells. This extraordinary person is mine. He sees something in me. He chooses me. Wants me. It’s giddying and overwhelming.
Oh lord. I have it bad. Really bad.
I have no idea how I’m going to take him up to the palace and walk away. No idea at all. But that is a problem for future me and right now I’m not even going to think about it.
Mabon stops dancing and lets out a happy peal of laughter. He retrieves his rucksack, and we continue on our way.
The rain stops, and glimmers of weak sunlight poke out from between the clouds. Miraculously, I appear to be drying off pretty quickly. I wonder if it is an effect of Mabon’s warming spell?
But Mabon appears a lot less soggy than he was. His hair seems to be drying quite quickly, leaving his few loose strands all wavy.
He stops walking suddenly, and I nearly crash into him. He turns to face me.
“I’m horny.”
I stare at him while my scattered thoughts rearrange themselves.
“We’ve only been walking for a few hours,” I say.
He crosses his arms over his chest. “So?”
“We were busy last night! And this morning!” I remind him.
He sniffs haughtily. “I don’t need Mister Dinky if your balls are empty. You may use your other parts.”
My mouth opens. My mouth shuts. It opens again, but it is no good. No words are coming out.
Mabon huffs impatiently. “If you don’t, I’ll have to find someone who will.”
Rage implodes inside my chest. Sudden and vicious. I take a deep breath and try to temper its fire. We are in the middle of nowhere. There is no one else.
“What happened to being mine?” I growl.
His amethyst eyes light up with glee. The little shit is riling me on purpose. I take another deep breath.
“Mabon, we are on the run. We need to get some decent miles behind us.”
His plump lips turn up in an adorable pout, while his eyes blaze stubbornly at me.
Oh lord. It’s going to be far quicker to give into him than to argue with him. And it is not exactly a hardship. ‘Oh no, I have to have sex with my super hot and wonderful lover’, is not exactly something that will win me any pity prizes.
“Fine,” I say.
His pout turns into a beaming grin of pure jubilation. The dazzle of it ignites my soul and sets my heart racing.
