[January challenge] D <3 H 4 evr

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The long shadows cast by the setting sun were already edging toward the house by the time they stepped out into the garden. The cool twilight air greeted them, enveloping the lovers with an intoxicating perfume of honeysuckle and lavender that wafted in sweet and subtle harmonies. Neither paid heed to their senses as they edged out onto the manicured lawn, their bare feet collecting beads of dew to leave sign of their passage. Neither cared for much save each other and the boy.

He swallowed hard, feeling each juddering breath as he led her gently into the open, hearing each beat of his heart answered by her own. Slowly he let go of her arm, allowing his fingertips to trail lightly against his companion’s soft skin. His eyes glanced into hers before flickering away nervously, as though he were afraid he would become transfixed by those perfect constellations of her soul. He had lost days of dreamy contemplation at the thought of her perfection already.

“I,” he began, the whisper catching against his dry throat. He drew breath, tried to check the nervous quiver in his voice, and glanced up at her angelic features once more. “I…that is…” he stopped, palm clenching tightly as he tried to order his mind. The plans of their flight were already set. Upstairs, outside her room, Luke waited with the luggage. All that they needed was less than all they could carry. But before they fled into the waiting envelope of night, before they revealed the wonders of the world to their child, Dash knew he had to do something.

It came with a jolt, his head snapping up to look at her squarely. Each word blurted out without control, hot and intense, burning with such passion it felt he had breathed fire.
“I love you, Hero. And I want to be with you. And Luke. And our next baby. And the one after that. Forever. ”

Her response felt delayed by an eternity, though came in less than a second. In the back of his mind, dancing along the weaving lines of fate and time, it seemed as though anything could happen. The gamut of human emotion hurtled through his body, every synapse alive with every sensation, mingled and mixing, overwhelming each other in bursting, multicolored fireworks of raw, intense feeling and thought.

Then he realised she had locked herself against him, her fingers clawing into his back, nails digging deep into flesh as they wrapped and entwined. His vision blurred as love, unbridled and pure, washed over him in flashes of her being. Sights and sounds and smells and touches and tastes blended together as they opened their hearts to each other, driving them ever higher toward the supernal.

He blinked as they finally separated, her taste thick on his lips.

“This is our happy ending, right? We’ve won, haven’t we?” The unnecessary questions were framed in a delicate whisper, his forehead nuzzling against brow. Hero’s smile gave more answer than words could express.

“In that case, there’s something we need to do.”

Her smile grew wider.

“What’s that?”

Dash grinned, his teeth a beaming wall of white in the dim light. From somewhere in his hoodie he produced a small MP3 player, pressed a button, and cast it to the ground.

“Dance through the end credits, of course!”

And with that music exploded, and the victors danced under the stars to the exuberant, triumphant burst of fantasia drumming from their souls…