Abandoned Barn in the Meadow

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Thomas takes Sienna's hand and lifts her off the ground. As she brushes off her skirt, he points out the dilapidated barn in the distance downstream. A wooden footbridge nearby crosses the running stream, where it begins a rugged foot path bisecting the meadow, meandering through the high grass and leading up to the barn itself. "There my love... it's just a short walk. We may leave your palfrey here and bring the food with us... it doesn't look like much, but 'tis private, or at least appears so."

Thomas reaches down and grabs the brown leather satchel, tossing it over his shoulder. He looks up into Sienna's eyes and holds out his hand. "Shall we?"

Thomas strokes Sienna's silken hair briefly, kissing it as she lays her head upon his shoulder. Taking her hand, he smiles down at her with love sparkling in his eyes reflecting her face. "Very well then, let's go".

They walk up the slow rise several yards and cross the short, creaky footbridge to the other side where a dirt path cuts up the grassy rise. The clear blue sky begins to darken slightly with gathering clouds and a stiff breeze stirs the high grass about them. Thomas briefly stops and looks around. "It's just up ahead now" he says and smiles down at Sienna. The excitation evident on his face, as within, his arousal stirs and grows for the moment to come, when they shall be alone. Thomas stops and pulls a bladder of wine from the satchel. "Take a drink my love, we're nearly there".

Smiling as he watched Sienna bring the wine to her full pink lips and drink, Thomas wished they were already there. especially when he noticed the droplets of deep red claret drip between the hills of Sienna's exquisite breasts. How he wanted to kiss and lap it's sweetness upon his tongue...

Snapping out of his daydream, he takes her hand once again. Hastening his step. "It looks like it may rain, we'd better hurry" he says just as a clap of thunder fills the air.

Thomas watches startled with delight as Sienna runs off toward the barn entrance. As the rain soaks his doublet, he pulls the satchel up and races uphill after her. "Wait!... Sienna!" he shouts laughing.

Seeing her enter the dark barn door ahead of him, Thomas wipes the rain dripping from his dark hair into his eyes and pursues her to the door. 'When I catch you I shall positively put you over my knee!" he shouts as he reaches the entrance.

Reaching the door with fire in his lungs and soaked to the very skin, Thomas enters and coughs, looking about as he wipes the rainwater from his face and eyes. A mischievous smile spreads across his lips. "Sienna... Sienna darling I know you're in here" he says, slowly making his way across the hay-strewn floor. A musty odor of damp hangs in the air and the only light is that which shines between the torn planks and small windows, most with cracked an shattered glass.

"You cannot hide from me!" Thomas shouts, looking about him. He looks up and sees bundles of straw to his left and right before him and on cat paws, steps slowly toward them.

"Now I have you!" Thomas whispers to himself smiling and moves up slowly, hearing her voice come from behind the bales on the left. Poised, he readies himself. With a quick dash, his boot soles skid to a stop before the empty space behind the bale where only Sienna's blue ribbon clung to the straw.

"What in blazes?" Thomas says, reaching out plucking the ribbon off the bale, a curious look of bewilderment on his face.

Thomas jumps with a start, the breath escaping his mouth as Sienna's arms embrace him. His gasps turn to chuckles as he realizes what she had done. He turns around and looks down at her. Bringing his hand up to caress her warm cheek with his palm and looking down lovingly into her exotic dark brown eyes. His lips close in on hers as he speaks.

"Alas I am to be your captive, is that so?..." he says playfully and kisses Sienna's lips sweetly. "I wonder... whatever shall you do with me?" Thomas whispers, now kissing Sienna's mouth fierce and with passion. His arms returning her embrace.

As their lips warmly part, Thomas looks about. as they end their embrace, Sienna's body begins to tremble and Thomas' own begins to shiver. Thomas looks about. "There's enough broken wood about here to make a fire... one moment darling, before we catch our death in these wet clothes".

Thomas scoures all four corners of the barn, gathering straw, planks of wood. At last he finds everything he needs and begins clearing a place on the hard ground, brushing the hay aside. He looks up at Sienna. "This will have to do... I just hope it works". he says and lays down a bit of straw, taking a clean dry piece of plank and lying it on it's side, he spindles the point of a large, dry splinter upon it, creating friction... then wisps of smoke and finally a small flame. lowering his head, he blows upon it and adds more straw and small splinters of wood. Looking around, his eye catches an old grey blanket upon the bales. "Wait here" he says and hurries over, grabbing the blanket and beating the dirt and bits of straw off it. "Here we go" Thomas says as he approaches Sienna. "Go on now, get undressed".

Thomas feelings stir as he watches Sienna looking so vulnerable yet highly-sensual, lying nude before the fire. He wanted more than anything to hold her, protect her and keep her safe from all hazards. Reaching for the blanket, Thomas kneels beside his love and drapes it around her shoulders. Wrapping it around her body before stripping off his own saturated shirt and setting by the fire to dry.

"Is that better? At least you'll be warm my love". he says rubbing his strong, bare arms to warm them.

Thomas felt more loved now than perchance he had ever in his young life. Holding Sienna, feeling her warm head upon his chest, listening a heart that beats only for her. Feeling both the warmth of the crackling fire and that of his true love, Thomas feels as though he could easily lay there with her forever... Then she says the words "man and wife" and "propose" and Thomas looks up to the roof and smiles.

"Would you really marry me Sienna? A mere peddler's son?... well, a peddler's son now, but I do hold ambition for higher office... maybe even at court one day, like you". he says laughing, then looks down at her "Sienna... I do love you... with the last drop of breath in my body... and I shall marry you one day... you may count on that".

Thomas looks deep into Sienna's eyes... into her soul... he looks down as she looks up and kisses  her soft lips. Pulling his arms into her tighter, snuggling her before the rising orange flames of the now raging fire.

As he does so, there is suddenly the sound of a whinny and a snort and they both look up to see Sienna's horse at the barn door. It's white muzzle sticking in. It casually strolls in dripping wet and  helps itself to one of the strewn open bales of hay. "Oh Sienna look!... Sorry about that old girl!" Thomas says to the horse blithely and he and Sienna share a laugh, and resume their kiss.

The breath nearly escapes Thomas, stolen by Sienna's passionate kisses. After several moments of bliss, their lips desperately part and Thomas searches Sienna's rich dark eyes, reflecting the flames of their warming fire."If I may my love... I wish to please you now... as I sought to earlier"

Thomas draws Sienna upward and kisses her once again. He takes the edges of the blanket in his hands and lays them open, revealing Sienna's beautifully exquisite body glowing golden in the firelight and lets it fall to the ground. Caressing her with his own bare arms and kissing her smooth, slender shoulder... her throat... his kisses moving down to her perfect supple breasts... Thomas takes the blanket and lays it upon a pile of hay and reaches out to take Sienna's hand. "Come my beloved... let me love you ...again".

"Sienna... even in this place, the light of your beauty shines... even in the rain my love".Thomas caresses Sienna's prone body. Kissing her arms, warm from the blanket... dappling soft baby kisses upon her supple breast and nipple... taking them in his warm mouth and sucking while he fondles her... all the while,  Sienna's expressions of pleasure set Thomas' heart to flutter and the fire to burn down below.

At last his lips lovingly taste her firm midriff and down further still to the silken tuft of dark curls marking Sienna's beckoning femininity... looking up, Thomas eyes catch hers, they exchange smiles as Thomas-with his lips and tongue-passionately, hungrily enfolds his face between Sienna's long, sensuous legs and explores her sweet wetness... his tongue probing, tasting, pleasing drinking the sweet juices of that forbidden fruit that Sienna has offered to her love.