A Romantic night

The Sun’s quiet decent had already begun as the silhouette of a pair drenched in it’s last amber laces slowly made its way to where the water swam ashore simply to rush back to the safety of the sea. The same shadow seemed to merge as the pair gently fell into each other’s grasp to a greater degree, collapsing onto the soft pale sand where they would find themselves locked hand in hand and arm in arm. To any onlooker, one may say they were trapped together with physical constraints. Yet, to the pair, it was only the emotional strings that bound them. The female’s gentle gaze fell onto his, her ruby lips coming to form a gentle smile as the male’s followed her lead in a deep lock of lips; the passion thick enough to be cut with a knife. However, as their moment drew to an end, each lover simply found themselves laid back against the sand, allowing the minutes to burn away in each other’s arms.
Approaching twenty minutes had fell before a single word was spoke.
“Thank you for this evening. It’s been so nice to just get away. ” her soothing voice sparking a tingling within his very soul.
“You’ve given so much for everyone around. It’s about time someone gave back to you. ” he seemingly choked up as he held back the smile and gleeful chuckle that nearly prevented his words.
The world seemed to stop as each of her hand broke from his, pulling themselves away. Yet they returned in force as the smaller female allowed each arm to fall on each side of his, allowing herself to climb atop his frame, her legs soon preforming a similar action; her straddled form resting on his body. The nervous male lifted each hand to clasp her’s, their fingers coming to tightly join as–with a tug– the male pulled her form down to his, locking lips with hers in the moment. Surely. As one may expect, it didn’t go as well as he’d hoped. The somewhat clumsy male underestimated his strength as the pair met each other with a slight bump, causing each to violently giggle, each letting go to tend to their wounds.
“Ow, you little bitch!” She shot with a jolly tone.
“Yeah but I’m your bitch.” He retorted with equal happiness.
As a response, the female would lower herself to his level with a teasing ease, allowing her lips to gently skirt across his before coming to lovingly join the pair.