Sword Crossed Lovers

Mistress Mine, shall I make thee mine?

"O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?  O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, that can sing both high and low: trip no further, - pretty sweeting; journeys end in lovers meeting every wise man's son doth know," sighs Romeo, pacing by the market square.  To onlookers, the Montague Prince is pining yet again over a lost beauty spied from across the way at a ball or something.  The youth in him was strong and his heart did not take maidenly beauty easily.  As his body was weak to their touch, so was his heart and mind to their deception and seduction.  "What is love?" he asks himself aloud.  "'Tis not hereafter; present mirth hath present laughter; what's to come is still unsure: in delay there lies not plenty; then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, youth's a stuff will not endure."

With a moan, he closes his eyes and sinks into the back of the crowd of market-goers.  He closes his mind to their noise and allows himself to visualize her in his mind.  Her long and flowing dirty blond hair, the way her neck turns as she looks at him, her sparkling eyes, those lips, God those lips.  Feeling his breeches begin to tighten, he slips into an alleyway.  He does his best to ignore the pressure growing between his legs but suddenly something draws his eyes back into the town square.

A bright light has seemed to enter into Verona's main city square.  Romeo's eyes meet hers and for a split second, much like that night, the world stops for them.
"Juliet," he breathes in a rush.
"Romeo," she replies, her chest rising and falling in time to her slowly increased breathing.

All at once, the two lovers embrace after running into each other's arms.  Now the people around them fall into the background and all that reminds are the two of them, wrapped in each other's arms.  The world pauses for them and only them.  Their hearts beat as one and the two feel their souls touch against each other's.
"I feared thou mayst not return to me," Juliet breathes against Romeo's lips.  Romeo can only smile back as he feels his emotions pushing him towards her more.  "I did not fear for a moment, my Juliet," he gushes.  "Hear my soul speak: the very instant that I saw thee, did my heart fly to thy service."
"Eternity is in our lips and eyes, bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor but is a race of heaven," coos Juliet in reply, her lips tempting his to meet hers.
"Such is my love, to thee I so belong, that for thy right myself will bear all wrong," smiles Romeo, moving in and claiming her lips for his own.

Their kiss is brief for Juliet is made aware of the people around her.  She can feel them brushing up against her as Romeo caresses the small of her back.  She pulls away first and glances around.  For a brief moment, she spies her cousin standing a few paces back, his stone cold eyes trained on her and her lover.  Yet, as a person passes by, he disappears.

Frightened, Juliet grasps Romeo's collar and pulls him towards the ally he emerged from.  Taken back by her forwardness, Romeo can't help but smile and blush a little.  Nasty thoughts trail through his mind and it doesn't help with the uncomfortable bulge growing in his pants.

"Let us speak here.  It is safer for prying eyes remain on the streets of Verona," explains Juliet, smiling and pressing herself closer to him.
"If thou canst look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me," begins Romeo, sensing the time is right.  "A good heart is the moon and the sun; or, rather, the moon and not the sun," stutters Romeo, thoughts of his vow to Mercutio plaguing his mind, "for it shines bright and never changes.  Even in the common affairs of life, in love, friendship, and marriage, how little security have we when we trust our happiness in the hands of others!  To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.  Therefore, my lovely Juliet, I now as thee.  Wilt thou do me the honors of being my one true love?  My one true wife?" asks Romeo, bending down onto one knee and revealing a golden ring.