Notes & Disclaimers: Another
in my series of Reader's Choice, Het or Slash, Lunch Hour Drabbles.
Simple
Pleasures
by Ithildin
c. June 2007
Methos had always believed that simple pleasures were best.
A
bottle of wine, a loaf of fresh bread. Sitting on the porch holding the
hand of the one you loved as the long summer twilight lengthened into
dark. Listening in companionable silence as the frogs and crickets
began their night song. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the delicate
scent of flowers, warmed by the sun, releasing their perfume into the
dark. And the simplest pleasure of all: claiming the lips of your lover
with your own, reminding them night was beginning, and the hours before
morning were meant for pleasure.
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