When their lips met, all the worries and fears that had plagued them both during the journey were replaced only by the love and passion they felt for each other.
As things quickly escalated it was only Nigel’s painful grunt that brought Sydney to her senses. As Sydney pulled back, now looking at his bare torso and his bandaged side, she had to remind herself that he had just gotten out of the hospital, and here she was trying to put him right back in. Nigel needed rest, quite and food. She would go and get them some food, she was hungry, but as she looked at him she realized it was not food she was hungry for. She shook her head trying to get her ragging hormones under control. "I’m sorry Nigel."
"For what?" his voice husky as he tried to get his breathing under control. "I’m not complaining."
"You just got out of the hospital today, you know your not up for this yet." She saw the look in his eyes. Her eyes quickly darted down to his pants and back up to his face. "You know what I mean." She saw the disappointment and frustration on his face and wanted to tell him she felt exactly the same, but the mischievous side of her wanted to come out and play.
Sydney seductively traced her finger around Nigel’s bandage, thoroughly enjoying his frustration. "Do you remember Casanova’s Book of Love?" She watched as his eyebrows moved together and the adorable little pear shaped indentation appeared between them before he answered.
"Yes." Nigel looked at her wearily, wondering what was going through her head.
Sydney slowly moved her finger up Nigel’s chest. She felt him shiver in response as she started to plant light kisses all the way up his neck stopping at his ear. "Good. Do you remember number twenty-five." She purred before gently nibbling on his ear
"Twenty-five?" Nigel tried to remember which one that was, and Sydney was not helping. Then it hit him. "Oh.....that number twenty-five." Well, that would definitely put him back in the hospital, but the way he was feeling it was definitely worth it.
Sydney suddenly pulled away "Just think of it as an incentive for you to follow the doctor’s orders. The sooner your better, the sooner we can give it a try." She planted a chaste kiss on his lips and started to head for the door.
"Where are you going?" Nigel stared after her, one minute things were getting very steamy and now she was leaving him.
"To go get dinner. Now get into bed! The doctor told you to get plenty of rest, and I expect you to be doing just that when I get back." Sydney saw the bewildered look on his face. How she loved his expressive face. "I’ll be back soon. Love you." She blew him a kiss and was out the door before he could respond.
Nigel continued to stare at the closed door for a few minutes, not knowing Sydney was on the other side, leaning against it feeling as frustrated as he was, before trudging to the bathroom. "God, I hate cold showers." he mumbled to himself as he slammed the door behind him.
Jacob Waltz stared up into the night sky lost in thought, until his faithful friend Ruth nudged him, pulling him out of his remorse. Finding the mine has come at a price, one that he sometimes had trouble existing with. Jacob remembered seeing his friend and partner Jacob Weiser die, along with numerous others during the decades. He had been forced to only passively watch as the world around him changed and became as foreign to him as he was to this land. They had ignored the warnings, the Indians respected and feared these mountains, but they had not. His partner Jacob had been granted the gift of eterml rest, something Jacob Waltz both feared and wished for, but knew was forever beyond his reach. The gold was his treasure, as well as his curse, they would be eternally linked together.
Ruth nudged him even harder. At least fate had been kind in one respect. He did not have to spend his existence alone, he had Ruth. He affectionately scratched her head. "Come on you old flea bag, lets go home."
Ruth’s insulted snort along with Jacob’s laughter could be heard reverberating through the canyons as they slowly faded back into the majesty that was known as The Superstitions.
The End