His eyes were endless, deep, unfathomable. One could drown in them; swallowed up in the most peaceful of misty seas. It was unnatural, that color. Preternatural; filled with unearthly beauty. Such beauty as had never existed before. No one could deny it. Not a soul who'd ever seen him had been less than awe-struck by his eyes. So was it fate that brought two pairs of eyes together on that morning? Who could say? It could only be fate that one so breath-taking would find another's eyes so kind; so beautiful. So like the way many others had described his own.

He sees you from across a field; green hearth-land that stretches far into the foothills of a great, majestic mountain. Your eyes are filled with warmth, with kindness. They are filled with a sense of care he'd never seen before. You smile, vainly trying to hide your bashfulness. It was dazzling, that smile. Like the warmth of the sun on a chilled day. Like soft butter melting over a loaf of bread. He feels his heart constrict and his pulse race. He can do nothing but smile back and as quickly as you appear, you walk on. His eyes follow you for as long as they can and he feels himself sag as you turn a corner and disappear from view.

His party calls after him but to no avail as he walks away down the path without explaining anything. It's much like him to do so. His heart racing, he jogs after you. When you are nowhere to be found, he breaks into a dead run. Suddenly, there you are, just fifty yards ahead. Hair shining in the sunlight; light, blue dress with an odd sheen; blue scarf about your neck; sandals in your hand. He boosts his speed and just as he reaches you, loses his balance and slides into you. You let out a cry of surprise as you lose your balance, but he catches you before you can fall. As sudden as that he finds himself leaning over you and holding you in his arms, gazing into your eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes." a breathless reply.

His tone drops to the warmth of private conversation. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

You stare into each others' eyes for a moment, forgetting the rest of the world. There's a tangible heat in the air; his gaze switches from your eyes to your torso. You feel a flutter where he's placed a hand on your stomach, but then in a sudden rush of embarrassment, he gets up making swift apologies and stalking away. "Wait!" you call, getting up and pulling at his arm, "Wait! I-"

He turns to you, biting his lip, but as his eyes linger the look changes from awe to desire and desperation. Before you can react, there he is taking you in his arms with a surprisingly gentle kiss. His lips are so full, so soft and tender in their touch that your knees buckle and he's holding you in earnest. You tingle where his hands touch your waist. The swoon has completely hit and you feel an aching fire starting in your loins. Something tells you he feels it, too. The ache grows as he softly. slowly. parts your lips, spilling into your mouth with all that is sweet in the world. His embrace becomes all-encompassing as he vainly tries to pull you closer than you already are. You feel his heat through the fabric of his clothes as a hand dances down the small of your back, sending shivers down your spine. You bend your knee and brush his leg, so he responds by smoothing his hand down onto your thigh and in one sweeping move he wraps your leg around his waist. Sinking your weight on his hip, you wrap your other leg tightly around his waist and he pulls away, burying his face in your chest and groaning. His breath on your skin makes you shudder with pleasure and you wrap your arms around his head and hold him there. He nuzzles into your neck and plants a breathless kiss just between your neck and shoulders. He tries to speak.

"I... I'm feeling.... a little overwhelmed right now. Could I just.... lay with you?"

You nod and slip off him and he leads you to a little copse of trees in the soft grass. It's a place with a beautiful view where you somehow know that no one will be able to find you. It must be a place he goes to often. So, you lay down in the soft grass and he rests his head on your stomach, softly tracing a pattern on you with his hand. You lay there, running your fingers through his hair without a care in the world and you slowly drift off to sleep.

In the morning when the sun peeks out over the tops of the mountains, he's still with you.