sounds like hallelujah

ALISTAIR That...that certainly escalated quickly, Alistair thought as he had been just about to discard his shirt. There was quite the difference, shedding clothing under the cover of night, beneath bedrolls...and being fully exposed for the elements. The daylight fully bloomed, left no detail untouched. As Rexanna entered, undressed and dipped into the water Alistair nearly froze in place. "I...uh...right. Flesh...fresh..." He stammered before discarding his clothing and diving into the water. A long beat would pass if she'd expect him to pop out of the water, but instead he'd quietly slip out of the water, just behind Rex. Smiling to himself, an arm slipped around her waist as his other hand began to rinse her over. Gliding over her arms, her neck, and exposed torso. "Relax..." He spoke quietly, motioning her to lean back against him. "I'll take care of the rest. Just, relax Yea?" A kiss pressed the side of her cheek as his free hand reached into the water and began to gently splash and caress over her body. He looked over her scars as he washed her, fingers trailing over her brand. His eyes slowly moved between the scar and her eyes. The attempt was to blatantly disfigure and mark her, robbing her of her identity and beauty...it brought him a small amount of pleasure knowing the intent of that brand had failed. He'd turn her over, lifting her gently to bring her legs around his waist, backpedaling further into the water. His feet barely keeping them up, he'd watch Rex quietly, hand wiping her hair aside. "Beyond watching eyes our souls reached out, and when I awoke from a vast and smiling peace...I found you..." His voice trailed off as he leaned over and pressed a kiss, long, savoring before slipping his lips away to continue. "...bathed, in morning light." The makeshift poem, thought on the fly. Alistair mused by the woman before him. Mysteriously appearing one day, only to hope she didn't fade the next. He grinned as he looked her over. "I've not been inspired to recite such things in quite some time...who are you?" A question asked so simply, but he knew the answer to be complex, but it held true.