Agent in the Dark

She heard the clanging of metal and knew instantly in which direction to go to find him. She started down the path towards the smithy. It was absolutely incredible what John had accomplished with no tools to start out with on this island. He'd made it into an island paradise and she marveled at what he would think up next.

She fingered the beautiful dye work of the soft leather dress she wore. He had made it for her. He was an uncharted world of unmatched creative skill and ability. Perhaps none better exemplified than his skill, as a giving and compassionate lover. He made her literally crave to feel his touch upon her and it was all she could do to return the favor back to him.

He'd opened a whole new world of touch up to her and she had never realized how without touch she had lived her life up till now. He filled her hidden need for it and gave her even more. It was beautiful how they complemented each other and each felt love in their own language. It really wasn't her touch that John craved most. It was her words and her continual gift of herself to him, however and whenever he wanted her. She in return received the two things that she had been starved for most in life, touch and quality time.

She'd never had the loving touch of a mother or one that wanted to spend time with her doing anything. Her father, while he had loved her had done so at a distance leaving her to be raised by tech staff and the robotic influences of computers. She had learned reflexology and massage, even chiropractor skills all in an effort to receive touch herself, but no one had ever gotten the hint. Now through the grace of God she had a man, who couldn't keep his hands off of her and actually listened to her or at least tried to.

Granted there had been a few nights, when he had drifted off to sleep on her, while she was talking, but she wouldn't fault him for that. What was so much more amazing was the fact that she knew that he would rather spend time with her than do anything else. His actions loved her at the core of who she really was and she loved him in return. He was a gift from God to her that she would never tire of spoiling.

Asia saw him then hard at work at his blacksmith forge. He claimed that he never worked out. Yeah right, she thought to herself openly adoring the interplay of muscles and tendons that rippled up his arms and then across his back with each heavy strike of the hammer against the anvil.