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Smile and another kiss and I tell you laughing, "But then, how could we have become the fiercest pirates of all Maztica?"

I laugh along with you, "You make a good point. I hope my letter made it easier though to understand my intentions. I only wanted to protect both of us."

I laugh and cup your cheek in my hand. "You mean the letter I wrote to you on our date day. I wrote of how much you meant to me in the best verse I could muster. I should write you another so you can have your letter beside you And my voice in your mind always."

I blink at you for a second. "No... I mean the letter that I wrote you. I loved the letter on our date day, don't think I didn't, but I mean the one I left you in the shop when I ran off to talk to Brother Arnold."

"I...I... didn't get a letter like that." I look at you, like I lost a part of myself. I ask myself what I missed, an important note, a word, a whisper, a breath. Sune said something in a letter that I never read? This was part of their story that he never read, saw, feel or experienced. What joy or sorrow did that part of me have for me?

I close my eyes and gather every bit of emotional stability before I speak. "To my sweet Kalu..." Remembering my letter perfectly, I verbalize every word of it, feeling the emotions I did when I wrote it all over again. "I love you, Sune."

Taking a deep breath to stabilize my voice, I add, "I left the note on the pillow beside you. So you could see it when you awoke and saw I wasn't there. How did you miss it?"

Sitting here, overwhelmed by the recitation, I listen to every word and emotion. My heart is up in my throat, as I am sure yours is reading it from memory. "You did love me! And I thought it was only I that felt it and I had imagined you loving me. But no, I never saw it. I do remember the seamstress coming into the shop, and I had a decorative blanket thrown over my modesty. I threw that off and grabbed my clothes and put them on as I dashed out into the streets. If there were a note I did not see it. My mind was on buying the ring and asking your hand from your Father and then kicking those thug's butts out of the Inn and seeing your empty room. All that but no note. Ah Sune! You're my Kitty now." One hug and kiss leads to another. My heart melted and reformed so many times in the last minute that I cannot recognize it anymore.

The first two hugs and kisses get me wet as you hadn't gotten out of the tub yet, so I decide to finish stripping and just join you. As I'm doing that, I comment, "Of course I loved you, you were the first person I ever genuinely loved, but I didn't understand that those feelings until that last night. The date day might've worked a bit." I don't get to say more as the second I'm in, you're on me with another hug and kiss, which lead to several more. After a good, oh, 20 or so, I pull away suddenly and look at you with wide eyes, "Wait, did you say a ring? Wait... you asked my father for my hand?! Oh Duke... wait, what did he say?!" My mind is reeling from this new information!

"Didn't you say that you knew about the bar fight in the Inn, but you didn't find out about the ring or my talk with Daddy Dearest? Yes. I asked your Father for permission. He said he needed to tak to you, but you were already gone, so I never got an answer. I wonder if he will think my pluma message to him inviting them over for the wedding is just me going to the ends of the world to bring you back so you and he can finally discuss my proposal?"

"Good point, maybe I should write that pluma message instead. At least then he can know that you're not a creepy man who never got over me, and I'm sure they'll be happy to see a message from me... I hope. And yes I heard about that part, one of the patrons was a friend. We weren't close, but we were friendly. We both enjoyed watching the bar fights, Daddy always broke them up too soon. I ran into her at one of the ports I ended up at wandering the seas, she told me the day I left, I missed out on a bar fight between a Farthus thug and some pretty feathered noble. I figured it out from there."

"You are always the swift one, figuring everything out. You probably figured me out in an instant when I was standing on the Skulker the day you boarded. Did you know then that I would fall in love with you? Again? You didn't seem to recognize me, but did you? Why is that? Did you know me for a rich noble despite my pirate clothes and you have not said? I had to use great divine training to divide off my tiloni so I could forget my Sune. How is it that you so easily could forget your Kalu?" I am not troubled by these thoughts, maybe because I cannot figure them out, though I have a feeling I should. I am lost in your eyes as my words seem to strike some fear that they place in your look. I stop my thinking. It is so easy for me. I reach into your eyes and give you all the love and concern that I have. I know it is a paltry amount for a goddess of love, but it is all I have and it is yours.

I feel the pain all over again, the pain of walking away, of hearing you call my name, of waking up from dreams of you, of feeling like I'd never feel the same again. Many months of tears and bleeding from my heart as I respond a bit sharper than I meant to. "I didn't have a choice!" I sigh and regain control over my voice. "The memory was excruciating, so I drowned myself in others until I couldn't remember. I didn't realize who you were when we met, I didn't even understand why you felt so comfortable, just that there was some undeniable pull to you that I couldn't resist." Pain fills my chest at the guilt I feel for not remembering you. Knowing you know, I feel terrible that I didn't hold onto the memory.

I reach out to comfort you. I can't stand to see you in pain, especially anguish that I seemed to have caused. I do not feel the remorse you do. I see only the final joy that I have now with you. I get to spend my every day with you and feel your every emotion even when you do not always want to share it. Is it a guilt pleasure that I enjoy your emotions, the great and the small. I feel the warmth of your panted breath and the heaving of your bosum against my chest, the wetness of your cheeks and the soft moan of your sighs. It is as precious to me as the more frequent giggle and laughter in my ear. I use my humor in both extremes of emotions. I do hope you do not see my humor as ignoring the severity of the emotion or the seriousness of agony. "I am here for you, Kitty. Hold onto me and hug me as you need. My need is to be here for you."

And I do just that. I hug you tightly as I bring my feelings back to reality. "I love you, I am genuinely happy that we found our way back to each other. I'm just as here for you as you are for me." And I seal this promise with a long, loving kiss.

"We were in love from the very beginning and will be til the end of time. I don't believe we will ever fight. For how could I ever bring myself to do you wrong. I will be very contented to never having make up sex." I laugh and kiss you again. My hand runs over you and down your belly. There is no sign that you are pregnant and I'll prepare your tea in the morning with plenty of sugar. I even snagged a pint of milk and placed in Kon's bag of colding I borrowed for the night. But for now, I concentrate on making out with you. I slide my body under you so that you slide on top of me as we kiss. Clean soapy bodies wiggling together as we hug and touch each other in such intimate matrimonial ways. I love you and your thin body resting upon mine.

"I don't think I could ever be angry with you, you're too busy always putting me first. You take such good care of me. But we should have make up sex without the fighting!" I laugh as well and kiss you back. You move me and we enjoy our intimate affection. Despite our love starting to mature, we're still very much honeymooners. I already know without having to ask that you'll wake me up to a cup of the morning sickness tea exactly how I like tea. My heart swells with love each time you do the little things like this and I find myself falling more in love every single day. But even with that mature care for each other, we still touch like the young adults we were in Aum, unable to resist enjoying the pleasure that we cause one another.

After sex, I get up quickly and rush to my pack to get my sketching pad and colored crayons. I come back to bed and snuggle with you, as I madly sketch out the images based on our descriptions and that I saw in my hormone pickled mind while in the throes of love making.

You hover over my shoulder as I sketch wildly. Looking at the two sketches, I then hand them to you. "These are our visions, but let me make one of both."

"Ana could look like this when she is grown".

I’m overwhelmed! Tears stream down my face as I stare at the sketches. "She’s so beautiful! Every sketch, she’s amazingly beautiful! But look at her... she looks like both of us! And she’d be the most amazing young lady!! Oh Duke... I don’t care which outcome we get, I love her either way... but I do hope she looks like both of us!" Cheeks wet and smiling, I kiss you passionately, overly appreciative of what you’ve done.