Segment Eleven: Reunion of Yin and Yang
He’d promised to get her when all was in alignment. He’d promised to make the magic so strong that only she could break the spell. That’s why he hadn’t touched her. He’d pledged to keep his energy separate until she was ready. She had to initiate the contact.
The combusted heat from her core burst through her hands, feet, and scalp. She leaned in and brushed her lips across his. He moaned. She pressed closer, wanting nothing more than to consume him. He opened to her hunger. She traced his lips with her tongue and slipped deep inside him.
Thunder crashed and the building trembled. She drew back by mere inches. Their chests heaved. She nuzzled his smoothly- shaven cheek. The subtle scent of crushed pine needles reminded her of his past. Streaks of blue and orange light enveloped them. Without knowledge of movement, she was standing with him. In the wake of the electrically-charged air, she clung to him, her arms entwined around his neck, his around her waist. He placed his forehead against hers.
“You found me,” she murmured. Incredulity filled her mind. Her soul rang with ecstasy at finding her other half.
“We’re complete,” he said. “Are you ready to merge?”
“I’ve been ready an eternity.”
Foreheads touching, she blended her energy with his. The couch, the floor, the building disappeared. Angelic harmonies sang out. Blue light swirled, prickling her skin, releasing her human cell structure from the strict confines of physical form.
Clinging to him, she curled her naked toes in the rain-slogged grass while water from above poured over them. Air whirled and heat engulfed them. The long awaited transition combined their souls. Nature danced in elation as her ethereal light blended with his and shot skyward like a roman candle exploding to become one with the heavens. After the assault, the clouds scudded away.
The clear star-sprinkled sky sighed at the earth below. In the village, a pine-scented breeze wove through the narrow corridor between houses and spun the wind chimes outside an abandoned gray stone building. A villager on his way to his fishing boat glanced upward. He smiled at the sound of the chimes striking the ancient grey stone wall, thankful the hurricane winds and torrential rain had blasted the rusted metal so that it once again rang out sweet sounds of joy.
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