Kathy

Kathy looks around before she steps closer to the water. There is no one here besides them. John is right of course; it's too late and their place is far enough away from the rest.  Still - the moon is shining brightly this night and if someone walked by....

But how can she resist a naked, wet, mischievous John Nash who crooks his finger at her. 

The water feels so good. His arms around her and his kiss feel even better.

"I've been wanting to do this all night."

Kathy smiles as he takes the last of her clothes off.  "Why didn't you then? Oh I know, you've been chatting up all of the girls from the Pub."  She giggles.  He can be quite the charmer when he wants to, but some of his comments had been, well, just so like him.

He had looked at Jessie's tummy and asked her if it was possible that women could be more than nine months' pregnant because she looked like it. Thank god Jessie knew him well enough.

Meeting Uma had been a big surprise and it obviously had reminded John of the dark times last fall. 

Right now though he was seducing her to the sounds of the cicadas and the heady scents of the South of France on a hot summer night. And he was very good at it.  Letting his hands stroke over her wet skin and whispering sweet words to her.

Kathy in turn suckled his neck and swept his wet hair back from his face to kiss his lips again.

"Wrap your legs around me, mon ami..." John whispers and walks back to the pool's stairs with her.

"Where in the world did you learn to speak French? Say something else, it turns me on." She languidly rubs against him. 

John moans a little. "It turns you on, ma petite fleur? Ta peau est si douce."

"What does that mean?"

"It means your skin is so soft."

The tip of her tongue wets her lips, "More."

"Je te trouve très belle et sexy. I think you look very beautiful and sexy."

A shudder runs through her body and she presses closer to him hovering above him, "More.."

John smiles, "Je continue à penser que tu as apporté trop de paires de chaussures..''

"Mmm, that sounded very hot. What did you say?"

"I still think you brought too many pairs of shoes." John tries in vain to stay serious when he sees the look of indignation come over Kathy's face.

"Wha...OH YOU!" Pushing away from him, she doesn't know whether to laugh or to be mad at him for breaking the mood.  With a huff she splashes water at him and tries to swim away.

Strong hands take hold of her arms and he pulls her back to him again. His eyes darker now, he says, "How about this one?: Je veux te faire l'amour toute la nuit - I want to make love to you all night..."

John

"I won't hold you back, John," she murmurs loving how his bare chest cushions with a lovely burning heat which is such a contrast to the now cooling temperature of the water. 

His riveting gaze captures hers and she floats in the fire of insatiable desire that inevitably ignites and overtakes them.

Kathy revels in the sensations that his hands incur as they roam over her skin.  Lacing her arms around his neck, she nestles her pelvis into his.

"Do I make you happy, Kathy?" he questions, a frown replaces the earnestness of passion on his face.

Looking up at him, her own smile disappears.  "Why would you ask that, John?"  Turning his cheek with her hands, she traces a finger down its side to his lips.  "Don't you know that every minute I'm with you, Cherie, whether we're talking, laughing, sleeping, even fighting, I'm where I want to be-where I was meant to be."

She kisses him soundly trying to instil belief in him, confidence that he makes her heart sing with love and joy.

"I was never a person...." John struggles for words, "...I was never a man who could give to anyone else a substantial part of who I am.  I could never seem to let anyone in to see beyond what everyone feels or claims John Nash is."

Knowing he is revealing to her something he hasn't to anyone except that corner of his own mind that he retreats to when he is alone and masquerades become unbearable, she maintains her silence.  She waits for him to further unburden himself holding on tightly to his body.

"People make their own judgements and never stop to think how rashly they make their assumptions or how inaccurate they might be.  So I used to give them the man they thought they knew...some mechanical being who doesn't bleed.  A walking, talking calculator who was without doubt brilliant but had real flaws when it came to being intimate, other than physically."

"I'm not denying that these faults existed just that their shallow perceptions didn't take into account that a man can evolve, can go past being a cartoon caricature that they envision I am."

He stops.  He wasn't intending to say this and sober the mood but now that he has, it's so important to explain who he has become.  But he frustrates himself with his inability to speak plainly.  Will she understand what he's making a big maze of?

"John," Kathy grasps both of his hands.  "I think what you're trying to say is that people so often never take the time to discover a person.  They never go under skin deep.  There's much more to you than intellect.  There's more to you than mere eccentricities.  Your mysteries are imbedded and you don't expose them to people you can't trust."

She brings his fingers to her heart.  "But now you find a woman who not only accepts you but admires you without condition.  You're wondering if the real you is enough for her.  After years and years of hiding behind facades and doubts, John Nash rises.  You're vulnerable and uncertain."

He is staggered and humbled that Kathy with a few jumbled up admissions from him has put the puzzle all together.

"Now I want you to listen and hear me."  She tilts his head up.  "There is so much of you that I love and long to explore and learn about you.  More than your beautiful mind," she taps a finger against his face, "more than your equally wondrous body.  I'm so honoured that I'm the woman you chose to unveil your inner self to." 

"I lived with doubts too for a long time that no would ever be able to see and appreciate all that I could give.  You know about some of the men I've been involved with."

John can't help but let a snort of disgust eke out making it evident what he thought of any man who would treat Kathy lightly or be blind to her gifts.

"It works both ways, John.  You've done as much for me.  And to answer your original question. YES, you make me ecstatically happy!"

The smile in her eyes and on her lips fills him with relief and gratitude.  As he continues to stare at her, his expression once more turns to wanton boldness.

Kathy soon isn't aware of anything else but her senses-the sound of his breathing, the feel of the night breeze on her skin, the sweet aroma of the floral bouquets surrounding the pool, the sight of him pulling in her hips so their bodies could become one.

She feels the whole of him against her and starts to feel the first tremors.  She will always remember this night-the phenomenon of his smile of awe when he kisses her lips, the unruly tendrils of hair falling over his forehead, his hands on her back, her neck, her belly, the warmth that envelops her when he is inside.

This night too, there was something desperate in the way they both touch, cling and possess each other.  Their assurances to one another free them.  There was no more reason to hide.  They had found a haven and a home.

Not the end, more like another beginning...