III-IV Tango Masque 2014

From the first moment it came down to this...

When their eyes first met, she recognized the desire in his striking face, and she liked it. He saw the longing in her dark eyes, a longing he was only too happy to satisfy. He loved to lose himself in those eyes full of fire and passion, to look into her face framed by her dark hair, to gaze spellbound at her beautiful, full lips when she was focused and biting her lower lip quite unconsciously. In those moments, he would have given his life for her. She, in turn, enjoyed knowing he was near her, feeling he would always be there, catching her when she stumbled, holding her when she weakened. His power and strength magically drew her to him. He was blissfully aware of her infectious good humor and laughter.
But as yet they only pranced around each other. Eyeing each other from afar as passion as well as longing for each other grew. Bittersweet pain, unfulfilled desire. The air around them was electrified.
At some point, when their eyes met again, there was a real sizzle and the tension was unbearable. As if guided by magic, they walked towards each other. The starry sky above them provided enough light and in the water it glittered like thousands of diamonds. A dreamlike night.
At first their steps were slow, yet unstoppable, then faster and faster until they were standing very close to each other. She was a head shorter than him and had to look up at him. He looked down and cautiously came a little closer. So now they could feel each other's breath, their heartbeats, even the bubbling of blood in their veins. Tenderly, he put one hand around her shapely waist and took her hand with the other. He guided her and she felt his determination and clung to his strong shoulders. They danced and danced, becoming more and more passionate, until finally, all sweaty, they gave themselves completely to each other.

She loved the scent he gave off, trying to inhale it with every breath. A beguiling, elegant, spicy-warm bouquet of flowers and spices that were present and skin deep at the same time. When she kissed him, she smelled those soft, sweet notes that she could lose herself in completely, yet still demanded. Now did he smell sweet, tart, or both?
In the end, she didn't care, because he smelled so wonderful, so different from anything she knew, she wanted to take in the scent and carry it with her forever. A scent full of grace, grace, temperament and strength that knew how to enhance the personality of the wearer. She lost herself completely in the action and stopped thinking.
They made love full of devotion, desire and passion. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment all her life. It seemed to him she was made for him, he just had to find her.
As she lay her head on the back of his neck, panting with passion as she bit down on her fiery red lips, he came to the end as well. She slowly fell asleep in his strong arms as her limbs jerked up again and again.

When she awoke, she was in her bed, alone. The scenery of the night had faded. She blinked, and thought for a moment: she had been at the feast on the shore last night, where he had been. Him. The butterflies in her stomach took flight. She smiled. The scent of last night still seemed to float in her nose. Instinctively, she brought her hand to her nose. Yes! That's the scent. He always smelled like that. Like tango. And last night she had tangoed. And someday, she was sure, she would tango with him. Until then, she had the scent to herself.