He played with her pooling golden hair under the summer sunset. They were lying under a weeping willow that rested just near a lake. The lake looked like glass. Sheer and calm, just like the sea before a storm. He had ten-year-old's arm wrapped around his waist, and she was breathing in the last air of summer with her head in the crook of his neck. They watched until the sun slipped behind the snowy mountains and when the first stars came out, he told her to make a wish. She closed her eyes, wishing for nothing in particular, happy to be with him on this last of the summer nights.

As the little girl closed her eyes, he leaned over and kissed her tenderly on her neck. A soft, fluttery kiss... Like the wings of a dove. She opened her eyes to see his gazing right back at her. He stroked her cheek, his fingers sending shivers of delight up her spine. He placed her hand on her soft jaw-line, one finger under her tiny ear, and kissed the child's red lips. She returned his kiss tenfold, and she relished in the fact that he could be anywhere else, but he chose to be here with her, as she did with him... One of his hands brushed through her golden hair, and it tingled her scalp.

He broke off the kiss, and began to whisper sweet nothings in her open and listening ears. She kissed his neck, moved up to his cheeks, then his brows. His eyes remained closed. The girl placed a hand on his chest, and relaxed her head in the crook of his neck once more. He took hold of her precious hand, and brought it up to his lips and kissed every single fingertip. When she asked why, he only said that every single one was unique and special, just like the sunsets they watched together as often as possible. The little girl giggled. He shushed her by yet again kissing the child passionately on the mouth. She could hear the desire in him plead for more of her innocent taste... More of her pure love.

'My love is as boundless as the sea,' he told her. She looked up into his eyes and said 'Ditto.' He laughed at this, bringing her little angelic face closer to his for yet another kiss, this one more passionate than the last. She had her hands behind his neck, his were on her back and in her long tangled hair. He ventured close to her chest, and she did not stop him... She placed her fragile hands on his chest and he wrapped both arms around him, trapping her in his cuddly embrace. But she saw no problem with the closeness... She had both of her hands entrapped in his embrace. She whispered, 'I love you,' and he kissed the tip of her little nose and said, 'I love you more.'

He reached under her Hello Kitty T-shirt and ran his longing hands up and down her small back. She only kissed him, not knowing how to respond to his action, but liking it... a lot... He kept only his smooth and gentle hands at her back for a safe amount of time, and they kissed some more, each one more passionate than the last, no two the same. His tongue played with hers, and she shivered in rapture. He was tasting her, teasing her, taunting her...

He was wearing a button down shirt, so she carefully, and agonizingly slowly, unbuttoned each one, as far down as her hands could reach. She thought he got the idea that she needed her arms back, and she began to finish what she had started. Once all of the buttons were undone, the little girl ran her eager ten-year-old hands around his torso to his bare back and embraced him, tenderly kissing the amount of his skin closest to her anxious little lips, which happened to be the lowest area of his neck. He took her hand in his and kissed it once more, then pointed out that the moon had come out.

The little girl gazed at the moon. It seemed to be smiling down on the lovers, somehow giving them permission to act so spontaneous under the midnight sky. She gazed into his eyes and saw love written there, not a hint of anything else... maybe a bit of lust, but when two lovers are lying under a moonlit summer sky, kissing and teasing and playing... who wouldn't feel a bit excited?

Nothing more happened that night. They quit their little playful lovemaking session and he took his pre-teen love back to her home. He walked her to her porch, holding her little hand. Claiming her for his own. He reached up with his hand and softly traced her pouted lips with a finger, then titled his head down for one last kiss. She could feel him smile, with his lips pressed so close to hers. He pulled away slowly, and let his hand linger at her dreamy face for a few seconds. He said he'd call her. She only smiled, knowing it need not to be explained, she knew he'd call anyway...

He slowly... agonizingly, walked back to his car, looking at her the whole time. She loved the way his eyes sparkled in the moonlight, his raven hair draped over his eyes, and his still open shirt flapped in the slight breeze, still exposing his chest. His smile tempted her to run back to him, throw herself into his arms, and let him take her away. Back to their tree and their lake and their stars and their moon... Back to their love.

She did run back to him, just for one more kiss. This one lasted longer than any others. The little girl's mind went wild, and his hands were fifty places at once, it seemed. They played with each other's lips for a few moments longer, and when she finally decided she needed air, they broke apart from each other. He walked to his car and when he got there, he shouted 'I love your, angel!' so that the whole neighborhood would know he loved this little ten-year-old girl. She blushed, but the night's darkness hid it well. 'I love your too!' She yelled back, waved and blew a good-bye kiss he pretended to catch and kiss her back, then got into his car and slowly drove away.

She stood in the darkness for a while after he left. She gazed at the stars and picked out two of the closest, brightest ones, naming them after them... She thanked God for giving him to her, and his love... Then she walked back inside to await tomorrow's promised sunset..

The End