It was late evening once again, and Tucona sat on her favorite spot at orphanage: bearpulley. She was wearing a light dress; it was actually her sleeping gown. Dress was white and had a wide but loose hem, so that if she would roll around it would look very big. Hem and the wide flowing cuffs were frilled. She had taken a bath earlier, and enjoyed the soft feeling of the cloth on her skin. Her darkbrown hair was only slightly moist and it flowed all over. Woman held an open diary on her lap, one hand holding the pages open and her face leaning on right fist. It was a brown leathercovered book, that Tucona had written about one year back after her mother had deceased. Father had also moved away at that time. Tucona had lived 27 years with her parents. There was several reasons: them being her teachers at the arts of healing was most important. It was practical to work together.
Suddenly Tucona was brought back to present from her thoughts as someone placed his hands on her waist and said:
- Boo!
She shouted shortly, freezing of frightenment for a second. Then she immediately slammed the diary closed, and put it down on the floor. The man sat next to her on the pulley and smiled:
- I have something for you.
Seraile pulled out a small hardwood box and handed it toward the woman. Tucona took the box, looking at the top of it: it had her name engraved on it. Tucona moved her finger along the curves of the letters, smiling absentmindedly. Surprises. She loved nice surprises... Seraile placed his hand over Tucona's. He had his gloves on almost always, but not with Tucona: she wanted to feel his skin. Slowly the man moved her hand to the little lever on the side of the box and turned it clockwise. Tucona wrapped her fingers around the lever and man let go. She turned the lever half dozen times, slowly. Then, following Seraile's advices, she placed it down on the rug and let go of it. Tucona looked at the man, corner of her lip twitching upward. She recoiled as small, melodic, tinkling sound appeared from the wooden box. It was beautiful melody, not exactly sad or happy... It was like... Golden grainfield swinging smoothly on the autumn breeze. Feeling after rain, clean and refreshed.
- Music box? Tucona asked, though it was clear.
Seraile nodded, smiling gently. Tucona thought about the poem on her diary that she had read moment ago... And by instinct her hand touched the leathercover of the diary... She picked it up and held it open on her lap, forming the words on her lips. Slowly, she began singing, first on very small voice.
Under these stars
waiting for you
She stopped and gulped as Seraile's hand touched her shoulder and gently stroked her slightly moist hair. She felt shy, like a young girl with her first love. Her stomach felt like soft, hot soup. Butterflies as they says... She looked down at her diary. And continued.
I spend my time believing
That love is a lava that carries.
Turns even the cold iron to flames.
Under these stars
Then she stopped singing and blushed. Man looked into her brown eyes, smiling lovingly.
- I love that song. You wrote it?
- Yes, when I was feeling lonely... Tucona whispered.
She feeled as if squeezed hard, but tried to sing on... her voice mere whisper.
By the window, I look for you
When will you come and love me strong?
Your name written on my heart.
- I have come. I am here... Seraile whispered to her warmly.
Tucona leaned toward him, biting his ear softly as she answered:
- Yes... You have come now.
She felt man's hand running down from her cheek, to her neck, down to her arm and finally taking her hand.
- My love for you will never fade, Seraile whispered and kissed her neck softly.
Tucona sighed quietly, shivering of his touch.
You are part of me
The heart under my chest
- And you are part of me... And you always will be, man whispered.
Only with you I am complete
Suddenly man raised, one knee on the floor and giving hand for Tucona to take. He had a slight smile on his lips and teasing, mischievous look in his green eyes.
- May I ask you for a dance, miss?
- That would be great honour, Sir... Tucona answered, placing her hand on his and smiling shyly.
Seraile pulled her up gently, placing his free hand on her waist. He raised the hand that was holding hers to shoulder height. Tucona rested her free hand on his shoulder. Man started moving along the rhytm of the music slowly, gazing firmly into Tucona's brown eyes. Tucona let him move her at first... Her lips moved slightly as she quietly kept singing and humming the melody. Her heart rested on man's strong arms, soft and fragile like a feather. She dived into the green of his eyes, completely giving herself to the moment. Seraile moved his arm from her waist to the behind her back and stepped forward. He bended his knees and let the woman fall back. Tucona wrapped her knee around his leg. She felt the air flowing as she let her body bend far back. The hem of her snowwhite dress flowed on the floor along with her long dark hair. Tucona closed her eyes, breathed and enjoyed the moment before she was gently pulled back up.
Woman wrapped her hands around his waist and danced her way around his back, doing circles on the way but not letting go of him even once. She returned back in front of him, facing him, their bodies lightly touching. Seraile looked ecstatic and he whispered on a low, breathless voice:
- You're good at this...
Tucona gave him a seducing smile, her eyes sparkling of deep joy. She pulled her body away from him, dancing circle in front of him. Suddenly she felt man's strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to his body. He stood behind her, their bodies touching. Tucona turned her face toward him, staring into his eyes with playful defiance. Seraile looked back into hers, mischief shining in his eyes. Woman turned around quickly, still wrapped by his arm and whispered to his ear:
- I want a tattoo.
Seraile looked surprised. The corner of his lip twitched upward, as if he had trouble resisting the smile. He took in her scent with devotion.
- Oh? Of what?
Tucona pulled down the collar of her dress, exposing the upper part of her left breast.
- SS
- And why is that my love?
- I want to print you on my heart, Tucona answered, with strange, sudden determination.
Tucona let go of the collar of her dress, hiding her breast again. Seraile smiled at her words.
- And I will get TT put over mine...
- That sounds perfect... Do you know who could make them? Tucona asked silently.
Seraile nodded, running his hand down Tucona's silky hair:
- I can do it... I learned in Harad, a long long time ago.
- You are truly beautiful, he added breathless.
Tucona moved her right hand behind his back, leaning on him and caressed his cheek softly with the back of her left hand.
- But beauty requires certain conditions to exist, she said mysteriously.
Seraile raised his eyebrows, askingly. Woman moved her fingers softly up and down his cheek, smiling warmly.
- Your eyes.
They stood there, cuddling and softly caressing each others for a while. Music played on the background. Tucona felt restless. She wanted it so hard. Her face was flushed of excitement and awaiting. And she asked with deep passion on her voice:
- When?
- When? Seraile repeated, looking at her lovingly.
- The tattoo...
- Now if you want...
- I have waited... all my life, she whispered breathlessly.
Seraile turned his eyes down on the bear rug... Uncertainty appearing to his bright eyes. He whispered:
- I don't want to hurt you...
- I would love if you did... Little pain for great love, Tucona answers smiling.
- Are you sure? Seraile asks.
He caresses her soft cheek with the back of his fingers, deep caring in his eyes. Tucona leaned on him, kissing his lips softly.
- Completely.
(The song is translated & modified by me from: Uniklubi - Näiden tähtien alla)
