I'm writing this during a storm...tastic!

Seth phoned, if not to simply recieve her input on a upcoming project that he had been working on. The conversation was seemingly light enough, although both were keenly aware of their previous relationship. Treading softly these days seemed to be the more prudent thing to do.
Seth didn't desire any further innuendos to transpire...
Yet as he spoke, he, once again allowed it to slip that he'd be back in town and would like to see her. She agreed- to her chagrin easily.
Both closed the phone swearing sternly that they'd not cross the line this time...
For her part he was so perfect in so many ways- yet he fell short on follow through, promises held and the most hurtful-he could not admit emotion. Oh she knew that he loved her, probably always would...but getting him to admit that had become difficult, and difficulty held no room in her life any longer.
For him, he was adored. This provided him with the daily feed that he required and could not get from his wife- although he had, without telling a soul, quielty dissolved the marriage.

They met in the usual place, Dallas, at a cafe. He had flown in from California, place of his birth. She noticed his demeanor had darkened, gently inquired as to why, he declined to discuss.
His heart was heavy, burdened.
She was on the verge of tears- her week had gone terrible, she had lost so much due to the storm...
They spoke of the work, clearly ignoring the fact that they were sitting entirely far too close...
He leaned in once to often and afforded his sense the scent of her.
His want grew, though he refrained from its mention.
She was losing control.
The conversation began to dull, yet he could not pull himself away. Finally he decided to give in to the lust and simply asked if she wanted to fly out of Dallas and over to Florida for a swim.
She laughed, not only did this not make sense but it seemed so out of character for him!
But he was serious.
She left with him, believing it to be a grand stand that would never take place.
On the flight he said nothing.
During the drive to the beach again, he said nothing.
They reached the waters edge and he demanded that she remove her clothing...
She wasn't certain as to whether or not she should comply or simply call him out on the erradic behavior- yet she had obliged him up until this point...hadn't she?
So she stripped, as did he, and he firmly led her into the water- no hesitation. Seth yanked her into his arms.
A breath away he remarked "I'm tired of this...you and I, the pretending that we do...I want you. I don't want to let you go. Marry me."
"You're already married."
"Divorced now. Been a few months."
"Why didn't you-"
"I really don't want to discuss it. Just say yes..."
She had no time to respond. He kissed her harshly on the mouth all the while pulling her beneath the waves. She couldn't have fought him off if she had tried.
Between the waters rage and his strange behavior fate had predetermined the outcome.
Drowned in her lovers arms.
Found on the beach a day and a half later.
No rhyme, no reason.
Seth hadn't meant for this to happen, she hadn't desired the passion to overwhelm so powerfully.
Their spirits had been lifted however to whole other consciousness. They had prevailed where the rest of the world viewed this as a tragic death.
Seth had his love and had brought her to the summerlands.
She smiled over at him, not truly understanding what had transpired, nor caring.
She felt the weight of the world lifted of her shoulders and afforded him the latitude to cast off any lingering doubts she may have been harboring.
He comprehended what had taken place.
She was happy, he'd naught disrupt this.

Enjoy your week! I'm working on several things at once so had to keep it brief...
From my hand to yours,
Sawyer
Saint Andrews