The light of a new day takes a peek above my mountains, a morning breeze tickles the branches of my trees. This is my favorite season. Favorite part of the day's cycle. Apparently it belongs to two of my children as well. And why would I be surprised? I find such pleasure in them, but they have yet to find it in each other.

Catlin comes to my warm springs every morning to bathe.  I know she finds much peace with me as she bares herself to me in her purity. She is in love with my elements touching her bare skin as she emerges into the warmth of my springs, as if she is retuning to my womb. I see this as no better time as now. A chance to do what mother's do best and that is to match up their children with a perfect mate.

I send Conor a gentle breeze. A breath that blows gently across his face calling his attention to me. He closes his eyes in response to it and inhales me deeply. He takes so much pleasure in me I know, but now is the time for him to take his pleasure into another season. I entice him with another breeze but this time I carry a sent from the springs and it calls him as I knew it would. Conor rises quickly at my calling and makes his way to the destination of my choosing. So obedient he is to me.

Now the two parts will be one today and I will let their instincts and their need control the steps from this point on. I will be their silent witness.

Catlin summered again and floated in the free space of the waters. She could hear the beating of her heart as it slowed form her holding her breath. That is until her mind once more rested on Conor. The pace quickened despite lack of air. She slowly came to the surface only allowing her nose and eyes reach above. She went to take another deep breath when she saw him.

Conor threw the rest of his clothing on the rocky shore and began to make his way into the water. He had gotten in up to his waist when he heard a voice call his name. He turned, shocked because he recognized the voice all to well.

A smile played on her lips. If the look on Conor's face was any indication then he was feeling as awkward as she was.

"Ah, Cat! I'm sorry...... I..."

Catlin cut him off. "It is all right Conor. There is enough room for two." She smiled even wider and a laugh nearly escaped her. For his sake she held it in.

Conor was still in a mixture of shock and embracement. Hearing from her that it was ok did little to assure him. She had no clue how this situation played on his senses. "Ah, ok." Was all he could manage as he went deeper into the water's warmth. He was chest deep when Catlin made her way to him.

She could see Conor was still tense. So she did the only thing she knew would help him loosen up. She poked him jokingly in the ribs and went to tickle his underarms. "Relax!" She laughed. "Your as stiff as that rock over there!"

'If she only knew!' Conor thought to himself as he laughed with her. "No I'm not!" The laughter quieted and Conor glanced at the water in between them. He caught site of Catlin's breasts just under the clear surface. He quickly looked away and cleared his throat. "I, uh, good morning for a bath...."

Catlin interrupted his ill attempt at conversation. "It is ok Conor." But he was still looking around him and babbled nonsense. Catlin reached out with her hand, touched his face and pulled it to look at hers. He stopped speaking and looked at her. 'Is that fear I see in his face?' she thought to herself. It was then she realized that this predicament might not be all that ok for Conor. A sting of hurt pierced her heart but she tried not to let it show. She should be use to rejection by now. He clearly didn't want to be with her now, like this. "It is ok," she repeated with seriousness. "I'll go."

Conor saw the flash of hurt. She can't hide such things easily from him. He also knew why he had seen it but she had it all wrong.

Catlin started to make her way past him when Conor grabbed her arm gently. Catlin stopped and  turned to him. They looked into each other's eyes for a few more moments. Conor reached out his hand his time and touched Catlin's face as she had done his. "It's ok."

Catlin leaned into his touch and closed her eyes. Slowly his touch glided down from her face to her chin and then to her neck. Catlin felt a shiver run up the length of her body to connect with his touch. She secretly wished for more and opening her eyes she tried to let him know just that.

Conor read her thoughts in her eyes and responded willingly. Never taking his gaze off hers he let his hand fall slowly to her breasts. His other hand join it's partner in gently cupping the perfection before him. As he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples they hardened in response and a groan escaped Catlin's lips.

Conor wanted her now like had wanted no one before. Her mouth called him and he let himself be pulled in. Slowly he teased her lips with his. The teasing turned into full contact. It wasn't long before it turned into tasting. Conor's tongue explored the sweetness of her and he knew he would never stop just here. Even if after this she would not want him he would be on his knees everyday of his life begging her for more. His body, mind and soul was needing her.

Catlin wanted more. Every part of her screamed it. She responded to the need and promised not to hold back anything. As Conor pulled her body hungrily into his she responded with like until she felt they had merged. She felt Conor's hardness against her, it was begging entrance. She knew now there was no returning nor did she want to. She complied eagerly to her instincts by wrapping her legs around Conor's hips.

Conor wanted to take this part slow. To savor every inch of his entrance. He turned off the violence in which he wanted to take her. That is the only way she had known a man and he would be damned if he would do the same. He wanted to be the one to show her there was another way. He wanted to fulfill all the dreams she had had of this moment with him. He knew he could.

Catlin opened herself up to him and as he slid slowly in she nearly cried out in the pleasure it gave her instead she kissed Conor deeper. He was gentle with her. This made tears well up in her eyes. No one had ever loved her like this and she knew no one would ever again. She vowed herself to Conor right then and no other. Even if it ended after this she would never love another man like she did him. She would have no other man.

Conor felt like he was caught up in a whirlwind of pleasure and emotions. It seemed as if before making love to this beautiful woman there had been nothing before it and he was almost certain there would be nothing after. Catlin cried out as the spasms of her release  brought on his own. He held on to her tighter has his essence filled her. He felt as if every part of him had melted into her, even to his soul.

Both breathless forms clung to each other, neither wanting to let go. After Conor caught his breath he looked deep into Catlin's eyes and he said the words she had not heard since the night he had begged her not to leave when she had been so close to death. "I love you. I love you Cat."

Catlin smiled and began to cry. Conor's heart suddenly sank. Had her hurt her? "I'm sorry Cat. I had no right...." Catlin stopped him, "No, Conor. I love you too." Catlin kissed Conor's lips. Now it was sealed for all time.
 

As I watch the lovers leave my waters I know their bond is sealed in passion, love and need. Two parts of the same soul finally joined. As they hold hands making their way home together it tells me they are going to let everyone know it as well but only I will be witness to their bond and it has been my pleasure.
 

~*~ THE END ~*~