::Fun question / fictional character: Sir Guy of Gisborne::
What if you could spend three days with Guy (anywhere in this world), where would it be and how would you spend the time?
Thanks for the ask! ❤️❤️❤️ I’m sorry this took so long.
I’m going to go with spending 3 days at a resort in Colorado during the early fall.
(Day 1) We arrive and check in at the resort, having selecting a cabin with a beautiful view of the woods and mountains. It’s utterly peaceful and relaxing, and the spell of the place falls on Guy completely. He talks about what we will be doing during our stay, and I listen, feeling a warm love for him- his last relationship hadn’t been the happiest, and it’s a joy to see him so enthused.
We head out for a walk downtown, where we admire the shop window displays, and discover this quaint little bookstore. Despite no initial plans for shopping, we wander through its doorway, Guy’s long fingers locked in mine as he pushes open the door.
We stroll the aisles, looking at the displays and chatting quietly as I read titles, and of course I have to have that one copy of the Hobbit; okay, I have about two copies already, but this one has a cover art I didn’t have.
“I’m not sure whether you love me or that book more,” Guy’s tone holds no envy however.
“Why not both?” I say, tucking my arm through his. He smiles faintly yet warmly, lacing his long fingers through mine.
We leave after he pays for my book, and rest up at a coffee shop not far down the block; Guy settles for a plain black coffee while I choose a pumpkin spice latte, and we enjoy our respective beverages while discussing where to have lunch after visiting some other places.
The morning passes rapidly while we visit several other shops and an art gallery, so it’s early afternoon by the time we have lunch. Guy isn’t pleased that I missed on having lunch, but I assure him that I’d had a great time looking around with him, and it wasn’t a major deal.
After a few more hours of touring (and some purchases of lovely handcrafted jewelry which Guy firmly insisted on getting for me), we return back to our cabin for a warm bath to relax, which soon gets more heated than it should. We only just remember that we’d planned supper up at the resort, which cools things down, but Guy whispers “later” as we part from one last kiss before we leave.
(Day 2) After breakfast, I get readied up while Guy goes to make preparations for our current adventure; trail riding. He comes back, just as I leave our rental cabin, and judging from his little sigh and faint smile, he is happy to see I am eager to ride.
Soon we’re riding among tall pines and across some meadows. It’s a beautifully crisp and bright day, one that promises a cool night with comfortable beds and cuddling.
At one point we’re riding side by side, and reaching over, I cover Guy’s free hand with mine; he responds by squeezing my hand gently. “You’re enjoying yourself?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I reply, squeezing back. “Always with you, Guy.” He’s not always too open with his feelings, even after several months of being a couple, so I treasure whenever he shows affection, whether it be a small gift or this three day vacation.
We enjoy lunch together and each other’s company at noon time; while we occasionally chat with the other riders, it’s mainly Guy and myself chatting quietly or silently cherishing each other’s presence.
On the ride back, we catch a view of some deer through the trees in a meadow. They’re gracefully beautiful to see, and I slow down to get a better look. When I finally settle back to ride, Guy is stopped, and not too far ahead. “I don’t want you to be lost,” he says quietly.
After our ride, we chase away the stiffness in the hot tub, and since it’s just us sharing it, the intended soak turns into something far more heated within minutes. It is nearly an hour later than we intended, before we reluctantly untangle and dress, and go to our planned dinner date.
(Day 3) On our last full day, we stay in bed for an additional 30 minutes, tangled in the sheets and each other’s arms, just treasuring the time together and each other’s company. I run my fingers through Guy’s luxuriant dark hair, entangling them in those long nape curls, as I whisper about how much I love him and love the time we spent together. He whispers the same to me, before we lose ourselves in another passionate moment again.
Today’s adventure is hiking with a planned visit to a local winery for wine tasting afterwards, so we leave shortly after breakfast with a group.
It’s a beautiful autumn day; massive snowy mountains against a clear blue sky with its few wispy clouds overhead, a fresh crispy breeze to kiss our cheeks, and woodlands of changing trees and towering pines along our way.
We walk in tandem along the trail behind the others, admiring the scenery and talking softly. Then I see Guy has happened to let one hand swing freely at his side; with a smile, I swing my hand close enough to brush against his fingers softly. He starts, looks down- his fingers close around mine firmly. Then he draws me closer.
“You’re very distracting, love,” he murmurs.
“You love when I distract you,” I reply, looking into his silvery blue eyes.
A faint, warm smile graces his lips before we move in for a quick yet lingering kiss that promises much more later. We then hurry after the rest, still clasping hands.
We share lunch together out in the cool breezy noontime.
We return in time to change clothes and head for the winery for the tasting; we clean up separately because the temptation to be together, while delightful, could delay us. Even so, I murmur “later,” at Guy as he exits the bathroom. He smirks- but it’s a smirk of anticipation.
It’s busy at the winery; people are eager to try the tasting of wine along with the cheeses, meats, a d bread rounds. We find our spot, and are soon enjoying ourselves tasting the various wines.
“This one is good; we shall have to order it for home,” Guy notes after a time.
“I believe your judgment,” I say. Guy has always been familiar with the world of wines, something I grew to appreciate to after we began our relationship.
We linger longer, relishing the foods and wine samples; it was our last full day here, and it would be special to the end of our stay.
Guy sees about sending out an order home, then we leave for supper- at a romantic little place we’d discovered during our first day touring town. We enjoy a simple yet elegant meal lit by soft candlelight, something that reminds me of a faraway place and time. In the soft lighting, Guy, with his unruly dark waves, reminds me of someone noble or knightly, straight from the medieval times, almost my very own knight. Gliding my hand under the table, I find his and caress it lightly. He starts, then his hand clasps mine…
Later on, we lie on the back porch of the cabin, gazing up at the stars, making wishes on any that fall. Guy’s shoulder is strong and firm against mine, bringing me back to my fancy earlier.
“Guy, you don’t believe there’s such a thing as- as a past life, in a way?”
“No,” he sighs heavily, “and yet, if there were a past life I had once lived, I was allowed to find you, to have your love in this one.” A pause. “I always hope to have it and keep it, to always come back here with you, or to spend time anywhere else with you.”
“I wished for just that, to always share time with you together,” I whisper.
His hand clasps my face gently yet firmly, then we drift away as our lips meet again. It’s a little nippy and the air bites our cheeks, but we’re too lost in one another to notice it. We’re just two young people lost in one another at the end of a lovely three day trip together, with more to come.
