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“Where are you taking me, Yoongi?” Moonflower laughed as he swept her up into his arms and strode down the hallway.

He bent to whisper into her ear, “To our garden.  In the sunlight.  It’s time you felt the sun on your face and the gentle, afternoon breeze in your hair.”

Her smile faded.  “You want me to feel the sun on my face?”

He nodded and bent to whisper into her ear again.  His breath teased her skin, and she shivered.  “Yes, my love.  It’s time to come out of the cold moonlight.  It’s time to enjoy the warmth the sun provides.  You were born for the light.”

Why was a tear threatening to pierce her eye?

She reached up and found his cheek with her fingers.  “Yoongi,” she purred.  “You are always unfailingly sweet to me.  You do know that, right?  You keep stealing my heart every day.  I don’t stand a chance when your tender voice is wrapping around me.”

“Good,” he whispered gruffly as he entered the garden.  “Then I have you right where I want you.”

Her fingers were sliding over his cheek.  Now they were curling into his hair.  She was driving him mad.  He stopped suddenly and bent his head to claim her lips with his own.  He kissed her tenderly for several long moments and with a passion that promised delightful things once they’d returned to their room.

After a while, they separated, and Moonflower sighed.  Yoongi set her down on the ground.  Then he reached for her hand and pulled her towards some flowers.

“Come, I want to introduce you to a little beauty.”

He sat down on the ground and pulled her down onto his lap.

“Touch this one.”  He guided her hand towards a glorious, red rose.

As he directed her fingertips to slide over the velvety petals, he whispered into her ear, “It’s a gorgeous shade of crimson.  Like the sun when it dies on a rare day and paints the sky with its ire.”

She gasped.  “I can see it!  It’s blood red, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he smiled, pleased that he had helped her to picture what her eyes could not see.  “Now lean over and smell its delightful fragrance.”

She bent and inhaled before a bright smile lit her face.  “It’s a rose!”

He grinned.  “That’s right!”

She did lift her face then, and she basked in the warmth of the sun shining down on them.  Her face spread into a glowing smile. 

“I had forgotten what it felt like,” she murmured.  “How warm it is.  I can feel its glow all the way inside.  Down under my skin.”

Yoongi’s smile faded as he thought of all she’d endured.  And all she’d been robbed of.  His arms tightened around her.  And he bent his head to kiss her neck.

“I love you, Moonflower.”  It was all he could think to say to solace her after the tragedies she’d suffered.

Her eyes sought out the sound of his voice.  She could hear its sober tone.  “Yoongi, what’s wrong?”

“I’m just angry that so much was stolen from you.”

“What?” Perplexed, she frowned, and an adorable, little valley dug itself between her eyebrows.

He bent his head and kissed it, and it immediately disappeared as she smiled in response to his tenderness.

“The loss of your parents,” he murmured against her skin.  “The loss of your sight.  The loss of your freedom.  Your imprisonment in the night.”

The corners of her mouth quirked.  “Did you mean rhyme?  Or is being a poet just part of your soul?”

“How do you do it?” he asked breathlessly.

“What?” Her lips were a fraction of an inch from his.

“Stay so cheerful.”

She leaned closer and kissed him.  Then against his lips, she whispered, “That’s truly easy now that I have you.”

Yoongi’s lips were responding to her, but his heart was melting under the heat of her words.  Suddenly, his kiss turned a little desperate as his heart released another pang for her.  All he wanted was to make her happy.  He knew in that moment that he would even be willing to risk his kingdom for her.  That knowledge scared him a little.  

She could feel him tensing.  She pulled back.  “Yoongi,” she set her cheek on his shoulder and breathed into his ear, “what’s wrong?”

“I love you so much I can’t even understand it.”

“That scares you.”  It wasn’t a question.  It was a statement.

He pressed his lips up against her ear.  “I think…I think I would do anything to protect you,” he breathed almost silently.  “And that does scare me a little.”  His arms tightened around her again.

Speechless now, she began to kiss the side of his neck.

Suddenly, he growled, “If you keep that up, you’re going to lose your chance to sunbathe.”

Then his lips found hers again in a kiss of such sweet ardor that she no longer cared about their garden or the gentle sunlight.