Although the cogs of my brain are turning, the shutters of my eyes are not yet ready to acknowledge the world. I know it is morning though from the sweet sound of summer birds tweeting their unique calls and a sense of illuminated brightness on the other side of my lids.

There is something satisfyingly sensual about sleeping under canvas surrounded by nature. I am naked under the blankets; we both are. Harry always sleeps bare at night but for me it is something I have not experienced much before. His warmth beside me oozes into me. His skin is soft in his care for it but hard in carved definition for his dedication and respect of his body.

Sleep has untwisted our limbs but he stirs and rolls onto his side connecting us together once more. A heavy arm flops protectively over me, a smattering of morning stubble tickles on my shoulder and a long hairy leg hooks over both of mine. Once my gorgeous specimen of a man has claimed me, he hums a sleepy contented sigh into my ear before drifting back under the spell of slumber.

I savour this moment of calm to reflect on last night. Wow. When I said I was naked it was a little lie. The elegant piece of jewellery adorns my wrist where the final space was filled with a 'Love' charm.  The word etched upon the metal in Harry's handwriting of which the 'o' is a heart. As he slid it into place on the bracelet, he confessed he had never been in love with anyone before. He thought he had but he said he knew he was mistaken. He is in love with me. Me!

Standing before me and spilling romantic words from his heart, he swiped my breath clean away. Despite a few attempts, I was incapable of stringing any comprehensible words together. Seeing my struggle, he gently put his finger to my lips and shook his head, uttering in the quietest gasp, "You don't have to say it back.  I feel it.  Just know I love you; truly love you."

That was enough to wobble my bottom lip and crack my emotions open. I reached for him and he enclosed us together as one. He kissed my cheeks then, his lips stained with my happy tears, nuzzled into my neck. Gentle hands embraced around my back and pulled me tighter into him. He held me carefully like a package he did not wish to drop.

At that precise moment, my whole being ached for him but although the night was mine, he was in control of it. He pulled away from me for one minute and as a record dropped onto the turntable and the arm swung across lowering to crackle against the vinyl, Elvis Presley's, 'Can't Help Falling In Love' played out.

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Harry's arms held me once more and my ear against his chest found his loving beat. His cheek rested on my hair and the lyrics rolled mellifluously from his lips, sensually stirring my insides. Long after the needle had departed the grooves we swayed back and forth. My mind was spinning only with him. His hand caressed smoothly up and down against the softness of the silk dress.

"I love the sexy of this dress on you," he cooed.

"Hmmm, Olive or Mum has excellent taste. I love it very much." I mumbled and flicked my eyelashes up to meet his with a lazy smile.

He tilted his head down, doubling his chins and pulled his lips into his mouth in contemplation. "Olive or your Mum?"

I nodded in agreement.  "They both know me so well. It feels incredible." I praised docilely, still very much relishing the sway of our bodies.

He paused in contemplation then went to speak but retracted then gushed anyway. "I chose the outfit for you, Beautiful."

That was all it took. I pushed away from him and gripped his jacket lapels. "I want you, now," spilled gutturally raw from my throat.

My words flicked a switch in both of us. He jostled me up against the tree and cradled my head in his palms before he sank his impetuous lips onto mine. We frantically consumed each other until our frenzied gasps for air forced us to tear our lips apart.

My reminiscing of our evening is interrupted as Harry stretches his legs out under the covers. His movements tickle his stray curls from his bun against my cheek. I think he is going to wake but then he mumbles incoherencies into my ear before settling his leg over mine again and drifting back to sleep.

Where was I? Yes, the Oak tree. It is now undoubtedly our special place. I smile ridiculously and despite him being asleep, I place my forearm over my eyes as I remember it and bite down on my bottom lip.

With both of our chests exaggeratedly rising and falling from such passionate kisses, he slowly pressed his whole body against me, wedging my back against the rough bark of the trunk. His face was mere inches from mine, his lips parted every so slightly and his stare flicked lusciously between my eyes and mouth. That sheer look of longing lust is still embedded on my brain.

He gathered the black ribbon of my halter in between his index and middle fingers. I was mesmerised by his swollen-from-my-kisses lips as he sexily bit the ribbon between his exposed teeth. He gingerly stepped backwards, pulling the length of the ribbon with him. The bow at my neck untied and his seductive green stare burned a delicious feeling between my legs. The silk fabric of my dress slipped away from my chest. He gazed at me salaciously, his tongue pushed into his cheek. Clearly lewd thoughts were running through his mind. I did not care because I felt no inhibitions; I only relished him watching me.

He closed the space between us and as his palms cupped my breasts, his lips pushed onto mine. He only had rampage on his mind. He dragged his mouth down my neck, over my collarbones and the swell of my breasts, flicking, sucking, and nipping at them. His nails dragged up my thighs and thumbs hooked into my underwear as his mouth entertained my chest.

As he teased one nipple, an eager hand slipped between my legs.  I cried out bucking my hips up to beg his hand for more. One by one his fingers joined the party stroking me in euphoria. Delectable as it was, I wanted this feeling to last, not be over in a flash, so it was now my turn to reverse control.

Bunching his shirt in my fist, I pushed him away from me and swiftly turned us both, slamming him up against the tree trunk. I hovered over his lips as I enticingly unbuttoned his shirt. Then it was my tongue's turn to zigzag down his pulsing neck vein, flick over his collar bone, slide over his Papillion leaving a wet trail in its wake before dropping to my knees in front of him.  His restriction bulged hard beneath my chin, clearly craving to be set free. A slow teasing slide of his zipper between my teeth and my hands easing the material down his hips, revealed he was commando as he animatedly unleashed before me.

My mouth watered in expectation of tasting him.  When I did, the sweet soft folds around his tip were velvet upon my lips. He was so silent and still I fleetingly glanced up at him. He watched me and stroked my hair through his fingers. My mouth closed around him and my rough tongue began its teasing.  His head rested back against the trunk and was tilted to one side, unruly curls splayed out over the uneven bark.  As my slow playfulness turned to faster torturous pleasure, he squeezed his eyes tightly closed, spewing grunts from his mouth.  Both his hands slapped flat against the trunk, his fingers clawed into the bark as little pieces broke off and flaked upon the ground. His groans were breathless when my nails dragged up and down his thighs. My mouth caressed him almost to his brink but like me earlier, he had other ideas. He suddenly yanked me up and met my tongue with his. With a smirk, he shook his head. He had not been together since my accident and I knew that it what he craved.

He turned us again and pushed hard against me. I whispered 'protection' in his ear for I am not protected right now. He reached for the foil in his trousers and deftly slipped it on. He lifted my thigh, sinking his fingers into my flesh as he glided into me. My walls throbbed full of him and he began to slowly rotate his hips. He reached under my standing leg and lifted me so both my legs were wrapped around him.

As his vivacious rocking increased, I felt about to gloriously burst at the seams as my back pummelled ferociously against the bark. He sensed my moans were uncomfortable sounds and ceased to carry me to the cushions. He was immediately inside me again, his forehead against mine as he earnestly satisfied me towards my high. Like a rollercoaster, it was a slow anticipated ascent to the brink, cresting at the peak before tumbling down in a desperate free-fall to our ends with Harry shouting "I fucking love you so much," through my pleasure.

Afterwards, we snuggled together under the fur throw on the recliner cushions. Harry grabbed the picnic basket and we ate a traditional English afternoon tea of cucumber, egg and salmon finger sandwiches, foil wrapped still warm scones, Cornish clotted cream and strawberry preserve washed down with Darjeeling tea from a tartan flask.

We watched the whirring projector grace the screen with 'The Notebook' with Gosling and McAdams. It was the film we had agreed to watch the night of my accident and the book he touchingly read to me in hospital. I was so sleepy after the credits rolled, he carried me under the canvas and wrapped the covers around me. There was a hint of freshness in the air as though rain was imminent and he disappeared for a second to put the projector and turntable out of the weather's way. Then he was wrapped around me and exhausted, I fell into satisfied sleep with his whispered echoes of "I love yous" in my ear.

In the middle of the night, the pitter-patter of raindrops upon the canvas woke me. The sound was soothing like crackling of an open fire or a round of soft applause. It gradually began to splat relentlessly harder above us. Thunder rumbled like rounds of gunfire in the distance, reverberating around the darkness. As it edged ever nearer, the first flash illuminated the tent so brightly that Harry sat bold upright with a start. I sat up and placed my hands gently upon his shoulders and eased him back down. He cuddled into my side and rested his head on my chest. He is scared of thunder, I know that.

The storm rolled away and back, away and back. With only thin canvas between the elements and us he was agitated. There was no way we could make it back to the house between flashes and thunder. I wanted him to lose himself in me to take his mind off his fears. My kisses opened the door and I pull him over me where he glowed my insides again; our releases of sheer pleasure dampened down by the pelting of rain and the claps of thunder.

Fully sated once more, the adamant storm still rumbled on. As the rain slowed, my fingers soothed through his curls and I hummed the tune my Grandma used to sing to me at bedtime. 'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey, you'll never know how much I love you, so please don't ever take my sunshine away.' He did not hear my hidden message to him for he breathed easy having fallen asleep in my arms. At once, the rain literally ceased falling as though someone had switched off the tap. All became quiet once more and I followed behind him back into peaceful slumber.

And now it is morning. I shift to stretch my delicate limbs. My body feels stiff in a wholly satisfied way. Sleepy eyes flutter reluctantly in rejection of the brightness of the space around us.

I feel like I have been wandering and waiting. For what I did not have a clue, I was just going through motions. But now I do know because the 'what' is here beside me. I did not believe in love, well not true love anyway. Did not believe I could feel so connected to one person, until him. He happily and truly consumes every waking minute of my day. When he said 'it matters, always' it was as though his words mirrored my thoughts. He matters deeply to me.  I want to wake up next to him everyday like this. His life is so complicated and uncomplicated all at the same time but I want to stand right by his side through it all.

A just woken up raspy rendition of 'Happy Birthday to you' brings my smile out in full before he pecks my lips over and over with mumbles of 'Happy 21st' until I open my eyes fully. He is a beaming beautiful sight, propped up on his arm beside me with his hair sticking out haphazardly and sparkling greens fluttering wildly on the under puffs of his eyes.

I tug upon his shoulder and pull him on top of me. "Make birthday love to me please, Bootiful Bun Top," rushes out on my breath.

And he does, beautifully once more.