“This is swell .” He gasped.
“A little bit chilly. Look out! Duck!” He turned around just in time to catch a wall of green water in the face. He came up blowing, and swam over to where Diana stood laughing at him. His hand struck bottom, he dropped his feet and stood beside her.
“This is grand, Dian’. I wish we could have done this in my day.”
“My goodness! Didn’t you?”
“Swim raw I mean. We swam but we wore swimming suits.”
She looked incredulous. “I’ve read about it, of course. But it seems so ridiculous—so unsanitary.” She shivered a little. “I’m going to dry off, Perry. I’m cold.”
“One more dive and I’m with you.” She moved off up the beach. When Perry returned he found her by the door of the car, rubbing herself briskly with a big fluffy towel. He picked up a second towel which was lying in the door. “Turn around and I’ll rub your back.” She turned obediently. When he had finished, she scrubbed away at his back, then stepped away and snapped him with her towel. “Ouch!” He rubbed the spot ruefully. “Was that nice?”
She grinned impishly. “No, but it was fun.”
“You ought to be paddled for that.”
“You’ll have to catch me first.” She was off down the beach, hair flying, legs flashing. He took off after her and ran her down. He grabbed her from behind, she struggled, and they fell down together, a laughing disorderly heap. He tussled with her and tried to turn her over into a favorable position for a smacking, but she was lithe as an otter and nearly as slippery. Their contortions brought their faces close to each other. He bent his head down and kissed her on her lips. She became instantly quiet, not relaxed but tense. In sudden alarm he searched her face. Her expression was serious but she did not seem angry. Slowly he bent his head again. She made no move, but did not draw away. His mouth touched hers gently. Her body relaxed and melted into his and her lips parted slightly as her right arm went about his neck. They held still for a long time.
There are kisses and kisses. Some are given in sport and some in passion. There are formal kisses of greeting and departure, and there are perfunctory pecks of accustomed affection. Once in a great while lips meet and two spirits merge for a time and the universe is right and complete and the planets wheel in their proper places. Once in a while the lonely, broken spirit of man is healed and made whole. For a while his quest is over and his questions are answered.
She lay quiet in his arms. “Oh, Perry.”
“Dian’, Dian’.”
Presently she stirred. “Let’s go back to the car.” They arose and were surprised to find muscles stiff and cold. The warm glow of the interior of the car was welcome. “Shall we go home?” He nodded and she drew back the stick. The shadows on the beach were lengthening and the car’s shadow flew out ahead of them to the east. She leveled off and shifted combinations. Presently her hands left the controls. “I’ve set the robot on Reno. Let’s move back.” They seated themselves side by side on the cushions.
“Cigarette?”
“Thanks.” He lit it for her and one for himself. A long silence. Presently he spoke.
“Dian’.”
“Yes, Perry?”
“I didn’t say so, but I suppose you know that I love you.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Well?”
“I love you too, Perry.”
Neither spoke for a long time. The quiet whir of the screw and the clicking of the robot marked the growth of time. He kissed her. When their lips parted she left her head on his shoulder. The room filled with their thoughts. In course of time a bell tinkled and a little light flashed on the instrument board. Diana arose hastily. “We’re abreast of home. I must take over.” Quickly she slid into her pilot’s chair and changed course to the right. Five minutes later she spoke. “Look down and see if you can pick out our field.”
“I see a light below.”