Legend4

Epilogue

A few weeks later.

"The moon looks a lot brighter."

Mike studied the spotted circle from where he lay on his back. Annie lay next to him in the grass, her hands cradling her head. The position lifted her pink T enough for him to appreciate the flat peach coloured stomach it revealed.

He barely gave the sky a glance. But when he did, the moon, visible in the daylight, just beyond the clouds, did have an ethereal shine to it. "I guess it does."

Her navel held a wider appeal to him though. He reached his hand out, fingers tickling around the little circle.

She kept staring at the sky. "What do you think they're doing right now?"

"Probably getting reacquainted with each other." His hand stalled as he felt Anne's embarrassment spill over her like warm water.

"That's not what I meant."

She shrugged, trying to hide the blush on her face. "Well, it's probably true anyway." She went back to looking at the moon and sighed. "I can't believe he waited for her for a thousand years."

Mike sat up. "Why can't you believe it?"

"It just seems like a long time to me. He was the first werewolf. Did bonding even exist back then? He couldn't have done that while still human."

Mike nodded. "Or, the werewolf bonding stemmed from how he bonded with her to begin with, despite that fact."

Annie blinked. Then she blushed. "I never thought of it like that."

Mike turned to lay on his side, resting his head on his fist. "Would you wait a thousand years for me?" He asked.

"We'll never have that problem." She replied, closing her eyes as though preparing for a nap in the sun.

Mike nodded. "You're right. I guess it would be too long for me to wait too."

She snapped her eyes open, and Mike had trouble containing his smirk.

Annie lifted herself to straddle his waist and look into his eyes, her hair falling down on either side of her head as determination radiated from her. "I would wait two thousand years for you."

He grinned. His hands slid along her waist and under her T-shirt.

Everyone who did not live on the ranch had gone home, and even though Westley and Chris were still working with the miniatures while Brock tended the barn with Bud, they had perfect privacy on their little spot just beyond the trees.

Her cheeks warmed under his sliding touch. He grinned. Finally.

"Good, because I would wait two thousand years for you too."

The End

Well, that's it. This epilogue is only about two pages long, but I didn't think it needed to be any longer. This story has about 78,391 words, which makes it the longest story I have posted on fictionpress so far. I hope everyone enjoyed it, and thank you everyone who read, reviewed and/or faved :) 'til next time

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