He uncorked the bottle, the dark metallic scent of the liquid drifted towards her. He filled two glasses and came to stand beside her. She drank deeply and he smiled at her.

“Almost time.” He drained his glass.

She took both empty glasses and tossed them into the trees.

They stripped, taking care to fold their clothes when they were finished.

They faced each other in the darkness. Gently, she brushed his long hair from his eyes.

She was smiling now.

They waited for the moon to rise.