"Babe." I turn around startled, I was so focused on watching the night landscape, enjoying the scent of flowers and the breeze coming from the river, that I haven't heard her behind me.
Ruby's leaning on the frame of the French doors, wearing her white pyjama pants and a simple tank top that displays all her tattoos, her arms crossed over her chest while watching me quietly and barefoot... Extremely beautiful, taking my breath away as usual... A bolt of lightning flashes across the sky lighting up the veranda and the witch's eyes sparkle like jewels. The wind carries some leaves that swirl between us while we keep watching each other mesmerized, some raindrops fall on the railing near my hand but I ignore them... I can feel power pulsing, not only Mother Nature starting to unleash her fury over the plantation behind me, Ruby's magical power too, making me feel safe and protected. Loved...
"A storm is coming," I whisper unnecessarily since another lightning strikes the near forest and the thunder makes the windows of the entire house shake.
"Problems are coming," the tattoo artist answers quietly and I nod, I can also feel the tension and bad vibes hanging over us but, right now, it's just me and Ruby here and the rage of Mother Nature. I walk slowly towards her till I'm standing in front of her, lightnings light up her flawless face sometimes and the bedside lamp inside our bedroom behind her highlights her silhouette.
"Your eyes are gorgeous," Ruby blinks taken aback by my vehement tone of voice and smiles mischievously although she remains still. "Seriously, the colour is perfect... The green fields, the blue ocean, the grey stormy sky, tiny golden dots like yellow flowers scattered around a forest... It feels like all the gifts from Mother Nature are concentrated on them. I hope they are the last thing I see before I die..."
"Iselen..." Ruby Rose frowns startled and puts her arms around my waist to pull me closer to her body heat.
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to see your precious face and your smile every day and your eyes, that aquamarine immensity, before leaving forever..."
"No, not forever." My girlfriend's tattooed hands cradle my face while she looks at me. "We'll be together in this life and in all the lives that will follow this one the same way we've been together during all our previous lives, I strongly believe we've met before... This connection we feel can't be forged in a human life that lasts just a whisper... You're my soul mate, I'll look for you and will find you always, no one can separate us. I love you, Iselen..." I open my mouth to complain but she shakes her head angrily. "Don't you dare to say it... I know what I feel, I know we've met some weeks ago but the Goddess isn't messing with my heart. I love you and I've done it before, I know it because what I feel for you is mature, strong, stable, balanced, reassuring... It feels like we're an old married couple that have spent their lives together. Does this make sense to you?"
"Yes, to be honest, the pieces of my universe fit together when I'm with you." I can't help smiling while leaning my forehead on her shoulder and she hugs me tight again. "I love you too, my druid likes you a lot and the hunter is learning to tolerate you..." I admit relaxing my muscles, it seems to me that my confession has lifted a heavy weight from my body.
"Your hunter will love me too, I'm an adorable witch, after all." I nod, amused, but still hugging her waist. "We'll kick the ass of that demon, or whatever it is, and will go on vacation together later. We'll talk about our future and will make plans, I'll design a new tattoo for you..." A loud thunder cuts her off and I turn my head, scared, the heavy rain lashes down around the house soaking part of the veranda and the wind brings cold drops that land on our bodies. I try to step back moving away from the storm but I trip over my girl's foot while she leans forward to kiss me, her lips graze my mouth gently for a few seconds before her tongue gets in to explore, my legs become weak and I lean on her torso letting out a moan.
