" When will you tell me the stories behind your constellations?" I ask.

We had come to the place Zachan had used to graph the star cycles that are on the ceiling of the cave. Together we were laid out on our back, staring up at the newly darken sky. My head was turned towards him.

"When I figure out what they are," He tells me, a smirk on his face as he looks up wards.

I turn the rest of my body to face him," You must have some idea..."

Zachan's head turns in the slightest to me, his gaze shifting to mine," You are very impatient , Lena."

My eyebrows raise in surprise, my elbow going underneath my side to push myself up to see his face. "Lena?"

My husband looks caught out for a moment, his eyes drifting away from mine. His expression goes from one of playfulness to unsure. " I find your name too long."

I cannot help but smile and roll my eyes, easing myself until I am lying on my back again, " If I am impatient Zachan, you are lazy."

It goes quite for a moment, and I fear my intended joke actually offended Zachan. However a shadow casts itself over me, hiding the night sky above.

Zachan had rolled over with his elbow hooked under him. His face was over mine, inches apart. I was still getting used to this, this intimacy. It seemed when I kissed Zachan earlier today it had turned a dial in his brain to not hold back anymore. Yet I think he could see how unused to it I was, being so close to someone else in this way.

He pushed a strand over my hair away from my forehead, his eyes watching his movements." Do you think I am lazy?" His lips held a teasing smirk, yet his eyes showed some seriousness to the question.

I bit my lip, "No, Zachan your not." It comes out in a whisper, knowing his face was inches from mine I didn't need to raise my voice.

Satisfied he gives one head nod, yet he does not move away like I thought.

"Why then?"

"Why?" Zachan crooks his head to the side.

"Lena."

His eyes cast down to my collarbone, a soft smile plays on his lips," I thought you would have known..."

"So it is just short for my name?"

"Lena," he pauses," in our language, it means 'the sun'."

My features soften as he continues.

"The sun creates light, and you once told me you need light to see everything, to draw", he explains further, his eyes still not meeting mine," you are my sun, my light to see... my Lena."

The memory of last night had a small smile paying on my lips. Currently morning, I was in bed beside Zachan who was still asleep. In my mind I knew it was odd to lay beside him, watching him sleep but this morning he seemed so much more relaxed. It was a sight I could not pass up.

With time passing however I quickly got out of bed knowing I was already going to be late. I had said this morning I would be there earlier to help on the farm, as more hands to help meant we could hopefully miss the peek time of heat during the day.

Yet walking out of the tent I found myself already sweating from the warmth. But I was lucky, getting the job of plum picking, shading myself under the leafy trees.

Having a sneaky taste of the fruit I was overjoyed, never experiencing plum as ripe, with the purple skin ripping away from the tender flesh. I was excited to have more later in the evening.

When mid day came I sat under one of the plum trees, enjoying a packed lunch and cooling shade. I was just about finished and ready to work again when a figure emerged from behind. Looking up Zachan was already moving to sit next to me, his shoulder touching mine.

He leans over and kisses my cheek, which has me closing my eyes from the soft, almost ticklish touch. Pulling away I realize that Zachan had also used that as a distraction, as his hand had leant over to collect a plum from the basket beside me.

My jaw unhinges from the pure ease Zachan used to do it. His smirk now currently on his lips, smeared with juice from the stolen plum he just bit into; showing he knew what he was doing.

" I have another half of a wrap if you would like that to?" I ask sarcastically, lifting up the bundled cloth with my lunch in it to him.

He shakes his head," No, just after a mau, they are always the best at this season..."

I playfully role my eyes and start picking at my food as nerves descend into my stomach. For some reason I become shy and unsure in his presence, when Zachan seemed more confident to talk to me. Our roles have switched from last night.

"Lena?"

I turn my head to have Zachan looking my way, our faces a few inches apart. His expression had softened into one of concern, and he was studying my face.

"You know I came here to see you," he tells me. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from smiling. His expression was of pure seriousness, as if he had gone to far in teasing me.

Leaning over I kiss the side of his mouth," I know." Just from doing that small little intimate thing my cheeks were flaring and it wasn't from the heat.

" Have you been sun burnt again, Lena?" The back of Zachan's hand brushes my cheek and I pull away, my eyes wandering down to the plums in the basket beside me.

"No," I murmur, embarrassed. He was back to teasing me. I pick up one of the plums and start rearranging the fruit ",I am not use to this, that's all."

" Why?"

I pause again, my thumb running over the smooth purple skin. I shrug my shoulder," On my continent men are not very openly affectionate with women."

"A-ffec-tion-ate," Zachan spells out the word aloud. Turning back to him he has a look of confusion, as if he had not heard the word before. "What does that word mean?"

"Oh...ah," I was frazzled again, my blush returning, my eyes cast down to my lap," it means when someone shows their care and heart for someone else, by touching them, or kissing..."

I had drifted off when I had looked back up at my husband, a grin had spread across his face." I know what affectionate means, Lena. I only wanted to see your cheeks turn the colour of roses again."

Annoyed as I was I wanted to smile, and possibly blush further then I was already doing but I forced it back. Instead I give him a heated glance before rising, taking my basket of plums with me. I start walking over to the other side of the farm, where the rest of the plum trees were.

"For a man who likes the truth, you certainly like lying Zachan."

"Maybe I have been influenced by someone..." Zachan said from behind, following me. When it clicks whom he is referring to I spin around, and we nearly collide from my abrupt stop.

"I do not lie," I stated, a frown framing my face.

The tips of Zachan's lips twitch," So the time you leave our tent, pilling pillows under furs of our bed to make it look like you, was that not a lie?"

"You told me not to leave the tent, I do not like being told what to do," I said softly. Having Zachan at such a close proximity was making my stomach flutter. All my feistiness seemed to dissipate as I stared up at him. No longer was I looking at an expressionless face, but one that was filled with fondness. His smile that was soo soft, soo genuine it made it hard to look away.

"I know," was all he said in a whisper before leaning down, touching foreheads with mine. I close my eyes enjoying the moment, his closeness... for only a few second before I become self-conscious. Instantly I knew my brow was sweating from the heat and I wished I had wiped it dry before hand. Yet I do not have time to fathom on this as his forehead leaves mine and I feel the light touch of his lips against my own. One of his hands cup the back of my neck and he deepens the kiss. My sigh leaves me as a small moan.

From the sensation my hands go slack on my sides, and I nearly dropped my basket of plums. I quickly grip the woven handle before it leaves my fingertips, and I feel the fruit jump and jostle from the sudden change of position. The fright of it has my eyes fluttering open for a second, and over Zachan's shoulder I see someone watching a few meters away. Seanne

I pull away, my head casting downwards embarrassed. Zachan's hands leaves my body. Moments pass and when my chin is lifted by him I see it is only us here at the farm again. He searches my face, looking for answers I do not know the questions to. His face had nearly turned back to it's stone exterior, no longer could I read his emotions. However my emotions couldn't be anymore clearer if they were written on my face.

"I should..." I stutter out, gesturing to the basket of fruit I was thankfully still holding.

Zachan straitens with a nod, letting out a long breath through his nose. He reaches up his hand, gently brushing his fingers against my cheek as he leaves.

Turning I find myself sad to see him go, missing the company we shared moments before. Watching his retreating figure, his back taught and no longer relaxed I can not help myself. I wanted to see him smile again, if only even a small one.

"Zachan!"

He stops, turns around to me with a look of confusion.

I toss him one of the plums from my basket, and he catches it with ease. He looks at it for a moment before bringing it to his lips. Even though I could not see his smile, it was showing through those dark eyes that were crinkled cut at the temples.

I bite the inside of my cheek to try and stop a full-blown grin. But it appears and I bow my head and turn, smiling so hard I felt like a young girl again. Yet it soon fades as I make my way further down the farm. Seanne had seen us. I was not afraid to be seen with Zachan now that our marriage had become more, for people to know we actually cared for one another. But I was not really comfortable with the idea of others watching our very intimate moments.

Seanne was the sister to the one Zachan once loved. I knew it must have been odd to see that from her perspective. Yet thinking of it made me think about Saria and self-doubt was starting to creep in.

Hello everyone, it has been a while and I would like to apologize. Firstly I really missed writing this story, and writing in general. But my previous semester at University took a hold of me and I found my time was needed to do my degree even though I tried so many times to continue this chapter. At the end of my semester I had five 3000 word essays and assignments due on the same day and that really stressed me out. Then right after when I was finally free I got sick. When I tried to write my eyes would start watering like crazy and yet really irritated by the computer screen. Yet finally I am better, and I have found my inspiration again.

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