Good Morning Love

"It's not that unusual. When everything is beautiful. It's just another ordinary miracle today."--Sarah Mclachlan

The warm curves tucked neatly against him lured him from the shadows of his dreams to awarness with a lift of his lips just as always. Carefully he drew a deep breath into his lungs, bringing with it the soft feminine scent that roused his body to hunger without any effort. Jasmine, she said it was, the haunting smell which lingered on her skin making him nuzzle the spot right at the base of her neck.

He loved that smell.

The arm draped protectively around her waist squeezed briefly before he realized his hand was currently occupied with the lush weight of her breast. She shifted in her sleep, emitting a murmur of pleasure as her ass snuggled closer against his groin. To which his dick instantly responded, filling, lenghtening, already hungry for her. Always hungry for her. It was a wonder he accomplished anything during the day when all it took was a simple brush of her skin against his for arousal to leave him aching to take what was his.

His.

He liked that. Perhaps it was possessive, but when all was said and done, that deeply embedded masculine trait burned inside him.

She was his. His woman. His lover. His best friend.

Those simple declarative statements encompassed more than mere words could ever express. Without her, his life meant nothing. He could live, breathe, work. That pale existence pulsed with vibrancy when she walked into his life. And in the chaos of his world she brought him immeasurable peace.

Slowly, he allowed his mouth to trail across her shoulder, felt her nipple pebble hard against his palm as he caressed her. He knew the instant she awakened, arched lovingly into his touch and a chuckle of laughter rumbled deep in her chest. "Now that's a wake up call."

Twisting amongst blankets and sheets, so that she could comfortably straddle him, she looked so beautiful, all that dark shaggy hair falling around her shoulders. Almost virginal in the wide necked gown she wore. After all they'd been through, she always greeted him each morning with a smile.

"Someone is very happy this morning."

"I'm always happy when I wake up next to you."

"Sweet talk," she wiggled her brows at him, "You must want something."

Perhaps in a moment or so. Perhaps he would slip that cotton from her skin so that his mouth could taste her. He would allow his hands to rediscover the joys of her beautiful body. They would join together, an age old dance of hunger and passion until they were both breathless and saited.

She would wrap around him, complete him, those lovely eyes holding his captive while he stroked deep within her, urged her toward a climax that would drag him to his own.

For now he was content to watch her and be grateful for the blessings he'd been given in this life.

"There's something for you in the table drawer." She never expected anything from him, that's just the way she was. Simple things gave her pleasure. A dinner shared over candlelight. A dance in the rain. It made him want to give her the world, only sometimes he just didn't know how to tell her that.

Perhaps today he had found a way.

"You didn't have to get me anything." The automatic response brought a smile to his lips, rare, in it's freedom. Here with her, he didn't have to shield his emotions. Here with her, he was simply a man in love.

"I think you'll like it."

Excited now, she stretched a bit, searching within the drawer only to pause and look down at him in shock. "Jason." That airy gasp was all the response he needed. She lowered back gently onto his lap, the small box clutched tightly in her grip and tears filling her eyes with love and wonder.

"You know, we've gone about this backwards. Our talks about a family and a future. They never start from this point, right here. With me, a man in love with a woman more precious to me than anything in this world. We never start with me asking for this commitment from you, this promise. I guess in my heart I've married you a thousand times and I'd marry you a thousand more."

"You didn't have to do this," she whispered, one lone tear spilling over onto her cheek.

"See that's where you're wrong," he sat up, taking her hands into his, so small but capable. "There are so many things that you mean to me. The woman I love. The person who knows me better than anyone, who accepts me for the man I am faults and all. My best friend. My home."

"That's because you're all of those things for me."

"Then marry me today."

"Today!" A wide grin spread across her face, laughter rich and joyous burst free. "We can't get married today!"

"Yes we can. A little trip upstate, a weekend with just the two of us. I don't need some grand ceremony to commit myself to you but if you want that, when we get back you can plan the biggest wedding that you've ever dreamed of."

"Jason I don't," but he placed a finger to her lips and shook his head.

"But you deserve it," he told her. "Right here, today, this is for you and me. Marry me." Carefully he slipped the box from her hands, opened it to reveal the ring he had given her so many months ago. The simple diamond seemed to be made for her hand. Only this time there were the two matching platinum bands inside, waiting for her answer.

"Yes," she nodded, "Yes, I'll marry you today."

Cupping her face, he allowed himself one taste, just one touch. There was plenty of time for more later once she became his wife. "Happy Valentine's Day Sam."

"I haven't picked up your gift yet," she smiled sadly, even as her eyes glowed with happiness.

He placed a loving hand on the life that grew between them and smiled as their child stirred, "You've given me the greatest gift in the world. Our very own miracle."