I walk over to the car, intending to change, and realize I went commando today. Not unusual, but I'm getting ready to shuck this skirt like my virginity, and I'll be flashing Will. For some reason, I feel incredibly shy. Ignoring the ridiculousness of such a feeling, I turn to face the car and unbutton the skirt. An idea flashes through my head, and I grin.

"Hey, Will," I call over my shoulder. "Your pants have a big muddy spot on them."

His eyes widen and he starts looking at them, examining every inch he can see for mud spots, and I hold back a chuckle. Having distracted him sufficiently, I start to slide the skirt down my legs and reach for the shorts, only to find myself pressed against the car roughly.

"Did you truly believe such a simple ruse would distract me, Darkness?" he says against my ear. I shiver slightly, and he chuckles. His hands rest on the waist of the skirt, which only made it to mid thigh before he stopped its progress, and he pulls it back up, fastening the button dexterously. His hands slide under the hem, resting on my pelvic bones lightly, while his lips slide over to the virgin side of my neck, nipping the pale skin just hard enough to leave a trail of marks.

"Um maybe?" I reply. Way to be articulate Deli. Nice to know my wit has also taken a vacation below my waist. At this rate, I'll be mono-syllabic by the time he actually does anything.

His hands grasp my hip bones firmly, pulling me back against him, and I let him have the control. He backs us up a few steps, and then turns us, heading toward the rope swing. A thousand naughty thoughts go through my head, and at this point, I'm certain he can hear every single one. He sits on the swing, pulling me between his legs roughly, and tugs on the back of one thigh, letting me know what he wants. I carefully balance on one leg, sliding it through the swing, and then other so I'm facing him and sitting on his lap.

We're in a very precarious position at this point, and the wicked gleam in his eyes tells me he's enjoying it. My arms are around his neck, holding on for dear life as he pushes the swing off and we sail into the air. Every forward movement sends his body up against mine and the backwards arc slams my hips onto his. It's not long before our gazes are locked; anticipating each jolt and trying to act like it's not affecting us. My head dips to his shoulder and I nip at the juncture between it and his shoulder hard, eliciting another one of those not quite growls from his throat. Breathing starts to get harder as we swing higher and the friction increases; my hands start sliding down his chest, raking it through his shirt with my nails. Another grunt tells me he's enjoying it, and I pull the shirt tail out, moving hands onto hot skin, leaving red furrows underneath the cloth.

"Darkness," he says quietly, his lips against my ear. Noting he's using his Dom voice, the quiet commanding one that makes me shiver in all the right places even in this setting, I raise my head. His eyes burn through me, and I know what he wants. His hands are too busy keeping us on the swing to do any of the necessary adjustments needed to get our bodies into position.

I say nothing, but quickly set to undoing his pants and tucking the zipper treads inside. He slows the swing's movement a bit, and I lever up enough to slide my hips onto his slowly. Just as he's fully seated inside me, he pushes the swing off, making it go faster and higher. The sensations are almost too much and I let out a shrill cry that sears my throat as my hips grind onto his during the first backward arc. He's not making a sound so far, but the heat and intensity in his gaze speak volumes on his enjoyment.

Grabbing the ropes, I arch backwards, changing the angle of penetration, and it's a whole new ball game again. Every time I move I feel like I'm about to burst, and I'm pretty sure Will's holding onto his control with the same tight reins as me. He watches my face, my every movement really, and though the scrutiny should make me nervous, it doesn't. I know he's simply taking it all in, committing every nuance to memory just as he felt it. He leans back in opposition, and oh yeah, that's it.

The smile that pricks the corners of his lips tells me he knows he's found exactly the right spot, and he stays pressed there, moving the swing faster so my hips will move the right way on their own. A few more swings and my eyes are full of stars; he's not long after, his forehead pressed against my collar bone as we both come down. The swing slows to stop, and we pant heavily into the clean, night air.

My limbs feel like water, and surprisingly, Will lifts me up so I don't fall over trying to disengage. He sets me on my feet, tucking himself back in, and we look at each other. An unspoken understanding passes between us, and he takes my hand, leading me to the blanket. The food is stored away, and we lay flat on our backs, looking up at the stars quietly for a long while.

His hand creeps over and finds mine, clasping it as we lay there in silence. In that moment, it occurs to me that perhaps I really do know why I brought Will here. I hadn't even thought of this place in years, much less come here, and yet, when he invited me to go for a drive, this is where I immediately decided we'd go. I could lie to myself and say it was the scenery…I knew Will would appreciate the beauty. But that's not true, and even though I'm a stellar liar, even I can't convince myself to buy that bridge.

His thumb is tracing patterns on the back of my hand and I almost open my mouth to tell him how I found this place. As usual, my courage flees like Brave Sir Robin and instead, I settle for remembering the last time I was here. It's been a long time since I've seen Nick, or his parents for that matter, yet I still know that it's okay to be here. At this point in my life, all my memories of him are fond, and I've let go of the bad things. The magic of this spot lives on though, because every time we ever came here, it was wonderful and amazing. I guess that's just what I wanted to show Will. Something special, and wonderful, and amazing.

A sharp tug on my arm jolts me out of my thoughts, and before I can register it, I'm rolled over half on top of him, and he's smiling up into my face, almost looking smug.

Yup. Definitely wonderful and amazing.