Hockey Pucks & Pixie Dust

Epilogue

Kauna'oa Beach, Hawaii, Four months later...

Morning sunlight streamed though the stilted beach house's open window. The curtains fluttered in the warm breeze, kissing Sindri's bare skin. Beside her, Storm slept on his stomach, breathing softly with only a thin sheet to cover his exposed back. His tan deepened every time Sindri brought him — usually between playoffs and interviews — and last week, he'd turned off his phone and left it at home, joining her for an unplugged vacation on one of Hawaii's most beautiful islands.

Propping herself on her elbow and resting a cheek on the palm of her hand, she threaded her fingers through his thick hair. In the natural light, his skin glowed, highlighting the muscle definition in his large biceps.

Stirring, Storm's eyelids fluttered open, and his mouth formed a lazy grin. He reached for Sindri and traced a finger between her breasts. "Good morning, Emma. How's my favorite superhero?"

Goosebumps formed along the skin, tingling beneath Storm's touch. Her body ached with pleasure from the night before; after dinner following an evening swim, they'd sat on the porch swing with Storm nursing a glass of wine while Sindri buzzed from the scallops in cream sauce the former had prepared for dinner. Not enough to find themselves intoxicated since Sindri knew her limits, but enough to relax her entire body. Shortly before the sunset dipped behind the horizon, Storm had linked their fingers together before leaning forward, stopping less than an inch from her mouth.

Sindri had closed the space in turn, tasting the wine on his lips. Every kiss had been euphoric to this point, but nothing had prepared her for his touch as his hand slid under the fabric of her shirt. He'd slowly worked his way up, grazing the curve of her breast before asking between intense gasps, "Is this okay? Would you like me to stop?"

Sindri responded by leading him inside and closing the door with a magical flick of the wrist. Their clothes fell together, forming a haphazard trail through the small house as Storm carried her to the bedroom. The lovemaking had been passionate and exquisite — a perfect moment in time Sindri wished she could cap inside a bottle so it could last forever.

Scooting forward, Sindri melded her body against his, reveling in his reaction as their skin touched. Then she caressed her knuckles over his cheek. "I feel wonderful," she admitted. "How about you?"

"My morning greeting isn't any indication?" His eyes darted downward, and Sindri caught his meaning as he swelled against her belly and made her blush. He closed his mouth over her breath and nibbled her sensitive flesh, chuckling when she gasped. "I can't get enough of you. Is that crazy?"

No crazier than a magical immortal giving herself to the human sharing her bed. With a shrug, she swung her leg over his body and straddled him, leaning forward until her golden curls touched his shoulders. His pupils dilated and his face flushed as his gaze flicked between her breasts and face. "Am I crazy for wishing we had more time together?"

She didn't elaborate in case the idea scared him, but Storm seemed to consider it as he tilted his head to one side. After about thirty seconds of awkward silence, Sindri moved to roll onto the bed when Storm's hands gripped her waist and guided her onto his lap. "If you'd been anyone else, I'd have run away screaming, but you stole my heart the night you teleported us to Iceland. I don't know how long I have on this earth, but I never want to waste a single moment between us."

That was the best Sindri could ask for. Life was about those perfect moments and grasping opportunities by both hands in the pursuit of happiness. It was about cherishing the people who mattered and taking those scary chances. Making the most of each day.

With a playful hip thrust, she surrendered herself to his touch and passion, no longer fearing the future.

The End

WC: 665
Final WC: 35906