Pietro an Valencia part sixteen

The light from the star faded as the suns light crept over the nearby hills. Valencia's eyes watered. Sadly she looked at Pietro, "Pietro, do you think we are close to Talico now?"
"I hope so, I know we are very close to being out of gas.". Pietro said softly.
He hated to give her reason to be sad but he could not hide the fact that the gas was almost gone, maybe a few more hours, maybe more if the going was not too rough.
Valencia rubbed the tears from her eyes, struggling to recapture the confidence she had felt last night when the star appeared. "I am such a putta! I wanted to follow the star's light. I truly believed it would lead us to Talico. Now, maybe we are lost. The map, Estrella's map, we don't even know where we are. She would be very disappointed in me. Stupid putta!"
Valencia hugged her knees trying to make herself smaller. She was so tired, so dirty, so hungry. Where had her faith gone? For a moment she even wondered if she should have stayed at home, not gone with Pietro. Horrified she screamed. "No! No,no,no! I will never regret wanting to be with my love and if it is God's plan to die here in the mountains, then we die,"
Pietro's eyes grew large with fear. Had she doubted her decision? His guilt grew, he should not have taken her from the safety of her family, the comforts of her home, the good food, plentiful money, the opportunities to have a better life. He could offer her nothing, but his love. Nothing. He pressed down hard on the brake pedal bringing them to a shuddering stop.
Valencia let go of her knees and pushed her shoulders back. Her mouth turned into a defensive
line, her jaw tightened with determination.
"Pietro, forgive this foolish girl, I know God will help us. I love you more than myself. Of course," she replied, a tired smile curving her lips up at the corners, "I honestly don't love myself very much at the moment. I stink!"
The young woman laughed throwing her head back, hair flying freely. Coyly she looked up at Pietro. " mi amore, can you love a stinking little Mexican girl?"
Pietro could feel his body relax with relief then stiffen with pride. She did love him!
"Hey, you had better remember you are my stinky woman!" His dust covered face, streaked with sweat, looked younger then a few minutes earlier. Pride, joy and passion once more were reflected by his smile.
Valencia brought one shoulder up to her chin and shyly ,flirtingly, blinked her eyes. "Pietro, my stallion, have you stopped here to ravish this poor stinky woman?"
Pietro laughed and reached for her, but she wiggled away and jumped out of the old jeep.
She ran around with her lover chasing her until finally, she let him catch her and they both dropped to the ground.
"I could have you now, you know, if I was not so stinky. Maybe ....... After we bathe .....in that little creek over there?"
Valencia gasped. "Oh Pietro! You are so mean to tease me! Really, is there really water? How could I have missed it?"
Pietro helped her stand and they hurried to the creek. In reality it was more like a dried up creek with a trickle of water lazily drifting down between the rocks, but it was water. They
tore at their clothes and greedily plunged their hands into the wettness. First, pouring the water sloppily into their mouths, then rubbing the sweat, dirt and despair from their bodies.
They threw water at each other. They laughed. And lastly they laid down holding each other, kissing, touching. Their groans were loud and silky with desire. Sweat returned but this time it did not make them feel dirty, but hot, naked, crazy with longing.
It took some time before the love noises slowed and the young lovers lust turned into soft, sweet holding.
"Pietro, I am thinking I need to wash all over again!". Valencia grinned, the look of a child in wonder blooming on her face.
Pietro rose and quickly stuck his hand into the water and tenderly began to wash Valencia. He started with her face, slowly moving down until he reached her belly. He stopped, looking into her eyes, he grinned wickedly, "Valencia, my love, I am going to stop before I start something else.".
Valencia pouted but knew he was right. They both returned to the water, this time with little haste, and cleaned themselves once again. They stood, letting the morning sun dry their bodies, looking around, wondering which direction they should go today. Dressing in dirty clothes, the two filled all the jugs with water and climbed back into the jeep.
Pietro started the engine and began steering the jeep down the mountain,careful to avoid the rocks.
"Pietro, how do you know which way to go? There is no star.". Valencia asked.
"My love, God will show us the way, he will take us where he wants us to go.". Pietro smiled. "Isn't that what you told me?"
Valencia put her hand on top of Pietro's, she relaxed into the seat. "Yes. Oh Pietro, yes, God will not desert us now."
The old jeep rumbled on. The fuel tank was nearing empty, but their faith was renewed. They would find the way. God would steer the jeep to safety.