Watching this man all day had been my fantasy for years, now I watched bemused as his long fingers poked and prodded a charred stick from the flickering fire. His pursed lips blew out the live embers along its length, sending sparks flying off into the darkness.

He bent his head down and like magic that handy red knife appeared between his talented fingers, fingers that just the night before had traced fire along my skin. With the knife's keen blade he made short work of creating a blunt point in the soft charcoal of the still smoldering wood. Then he did the most amazing thing with it.

He was always doing amazing things. I had to smile; he could be like a little boy, like now. His eyes glinted happily in the flickering light as he admired his handiwork.

His request of my hand did have me puzzled, but I trusted Jack with my life, so giving it to him was simple, easy - natural.

With the greatest of care he singled out just the right finger and carefully drew a dark charcoal line round it, one to match his own.

"With this ring I thee wed..." That lopsided grin on his face and those words were more than my heart could endure. Catching at his hand with mine I pulled him close. Our lips met to seal the unspoken promise.

"Until death do us part," I gasped out when we reluctantly released one another.

"And beyond," he laughed.

Somehow I knew that he wasn't kidding.

Snuggling into the arms of my husband we watched the stars fall, knowing that one day we would live among them. But tonight only we existed, for our own eternity.