IF Ashey was asked today what is the most important thing in the world, she would say without hesitation that it is pleasure. Live happily. Live as long as you can live. Because those are her realizations now. Now that she was with Randall on a yacht to nowhere exact place they wanna go.
This is their kind of honeymoon. So they're there now because of that. Randall asked her what she wanted while she was still in the world, she just said it would be him. Being with him. Ashey never asked for more. Her only wish was to be with Randall and to be happy while she was with him. To make them happy together. Until the end. The final.
They both calmly accepted the next chapter that awaits the two of them, they both just want to make the most of their remaining days together. Those who don't, they would be the only ones who make it possible before they would be separated forever.
Wrapping her own arms, Ashey felt the strong breeze as she held onto the railing of the yacht. Yacht owned by Randall, of course.
They are the same. They both grew up lacking in care and alone. But they have already taken the same path so they both have investments. Invested in the world while they were still alive. They were both reunited. Just like Randall told her. She just smiled broadly when she remembered how her farmer boyfriend filled her with words of wisdom.
To this day, everything is still surprising for Ashey. It was also surprising for her that they reached the wedding while her body was already buried in the pit. Her body gave up when they held onto that hope. You know that feeling is the only hope you have, but it disappeared in an instant. It was disgusting but she knew she could not lose her appetite.
It's sad. Painful and painful, too much.
When Ashey's body surrendered she remembered what Azraelle had said when they first met that it was not capable of reviving her. That its only power was to provoke her death. There is only one person who has the power to do that-- Him. Because He, our God Father, is also the one who lent life to everyone. Life is too precious for people who forget that all of this is just lending to us and anytime will be taken back from us.
"You're thinking deeply."
Ashey closed her eyes again but this time it was firm, when she felt Randall squeeze her by the waist. She leaned forward on the chest of her husband. She tasted that hug along with the gentle waves of the sea and the strong wind.
"I'm not thinking of anything, Husband."
"Hmn, you're lying."
Ashey was stunned when Randall suddenly turned her in front of her and laid her down on the beach hammock that was the only design in that part above the yacht.
"Santillan, your prank, there it is again," Ashey teased her husband who was already there and his teeth braces appeared with a wide smile.
"It's only now again."
Ashey laughed at Randall's look of being oppressed. Then he wrapped his own arm around his wife while she also wrapped her thighs to him. She pulled him while the beach hammock as if it's swaying to the sway of waves, too.
Maybe, it can still be said that Randall and she were lucky. Because there and they are still sharing the heat. Heat that is hard to forget. That was one of Ashey's blessings when she left the world, she was sure. One of the moments she will treasure and when she will come back 'when by chance her another life is another loneliness.
Who knows? No one can say and predict what will happen to a person when her life here on Earth ends. Even the souls who are sad can't answer that and like her, they only remember in Limbo that they went after death that no one is destined to expect that thing. We are just guessing.
"Oh, Ran ... I think, I'm-- close ..." It was inevitable that all the women who met their partner's stab would sound like cats.
Randall's stabbing into Ashey's core is insane to the point that you can carve events deep into your mind.
And the climax ...
"Ohhh ..."
Both almost took their breath away in reaching glory and both their goal simultaneously exploded in the middle of the wave. In the midst of the occasional raindrops that Ashey now feels in her body. Rain who only added more dramatic effect to their current sexy scene in the middle of the sea.
Above the yacht. In the middle of that. In the middle where there was the beach hammock that was sturdy shovel.
If earlier Ashey was afraid that Randall and she might fall into the hammock, now she is not. Why else? There and then Randall's loud growl that she accompanied with the greeting remained but the hammock remained as if it even accompanied the tempo of their movements.
The hammock adjusts with them. It seemed to know that they could not move slowly. The beach hammock also seems to know that the storm is about to happen when Randall and Ashey lie down there. So, adjusting is real. Adjustment that only added to the sensation and pleasure, at the same time she and Randal growled and shouted when they reached their satisfying climax, together.
Those who play in Ashey's mind are also funny. It's fun to just laugh, isn't it? Rather than trouble. Randall wanted the same. They pretend that everything is just nothing. They acted normally as if nothing was interfering while they were together. That's life. This is life.
"I love you, Wife."
"And I love you too, Husband."
They sealed their body explosion with a passionate kiss as if it was meant to delay the arrival. Wet kisses, tongue to tongue, teeth to teeth…
Ungh~
Ashey doesn't want to think about it, but this kiss, the taste of their lovemaking, seems final for her.
Final kiss. Final touch… Final join of their body, heart and soul...