"I was beginning to think you weren't coming."
A tall, well-built man flashed his winning smile at the woman standing on the edge of the cliff ahead. The sun was low on the horizon and the ocean beneath them seemed content to casually lap against the rocks at the end of another perfect day in paradise.
"What? And double cross the only good thing happening in my life right now? Now a chance, lady."
She smiled down at him as he struggled to climb to her perch. Dressed head to toe in tight black leather and spandex, she cut a perfect womanly form against the late afternoon sky. She absentmindedly tucked a stray hair behind her ear and fingered the clip keeping the rest pulled back tight. She hoped he couldn't sense her nerves.
With a little grunt, the other black clad figure manages to pull himself up on top of the rocky overhang. She places her hands on her hips and gives him another smile as he recovers and stands straight to meet her gaze.
"Any trouble?" she asks in a playful manner.
He shakes his head. "Nope," and returns the smile.
Her gaze travels down to the satchel slung over his shoulder. "Can I see it?"
He smiles a little bigger and pretends not to understand the question. "Can you see what? I was just out for a casual afternoon hike. What makes you think I have something to show you?"
She cocks her head to the side and gives him another playful look. "Oh darn. And here I was just waiting to give a special reward to the first lucky man that could show me something. I guess I'll just take what I've got and be on my way then."
She turns with a smile and he catches her gently by the arm. "OK, OK, you win. I might have a little something to show you after all."
"Well then, don't keep me waiting, Tiger. Show me what you've got." Her smile gets a little bigger and she looks at him through her lashes.
Her charms overwhelm him momentarily and he swallows hard. Recovering, he reaches into the satchel hanging loosely at his side and then holds out his hand.
She feels a rush of excitement and her eyes become large as his hand opens. The tiny object shimmers and dances in the waning light. A hungry look comes over her face as their gazes meet.
"How do you like me now?" he asks, the picture of confidence. "Am I good enough yet?"
"Shut up," she whispers and pulls him in for a kiss. Time stands still as the warm tropical breeze shares and encourages their special moment.
She leans her forehead on his and bites the side of her lower lip. "Are you sure you want to do this? If we go ahead, there is no turning back," she whispers.
He's silent for a few long moments then slowly nods and whispers back, "I want to. I want to more than anything."
She steps back and studies him for a moment. Reaching up, she caresses first his rough stubble, then his silky brown hair. "OK, handsome," she purrs. "You asked for it."
He smiles a happy smile as her purple, scaly hands take the small object and plunges it deep into his chest.