Berty & Maggi

Weather is blissful

They strolled together for a few moments, the beautiful clear azure sky decorated with only a few hints of loamy clouds. The sun struck her coiffure and lit dazzling highlights of gold in coffee.

Robert looked at her admiringly. "You're beautiful," he told her. She blushed.

"W-Why do you say that...?" she stuttered, still recovering from his compliment.

"Because it's the truth." Robert placed his hand around Megan, drawing her nearer. "Not only that," he continued. "You're talented as well. We couldn't have saved the world without you."

"I caused a lot of trouble for you," she mumbled. "You were really the one who did all those amazing things. And you're so strong..." Her eyes wandered over his face, his gentle depths, his aquamarine hair. "... And handsome. I'm so lucky to have met you."

"It must have been destiny." He gave her an assuring squeeze. "But I never want you in that kind of danger again."

"As long as you're by my side," she whispered, letting Robert draw her into an embrace, "nothing bad will happen to me."

"I swear it," he affirmed.
While they walked down the beach, they spotted a natural alcove in the cliff bordering the beach.

"Oh! Is that..." Megan began.

Robert pressed a finger to her's lips and said, "Yeah. Shh. Come on."

The natural alcove was covered in creeping vines with leaves and tiny flowers. The sound of the ocean echoed all around them, and tiny crabs burrowed into the sand at their approach.

"It's beautiful, berty."

"I know," he murmured as he closed the distance between them. "So are you."

Robert's lips were rough against hers, and so too were his hands. Megan was arrested by the smell of lingering iron and steel.

When Megan surfaced for air, she whispered, "Oh, berty..."

It was some time before they left the alcove.