My eyes open, and I blink a few times, trying to get my bearings. I feel a body shift against mine, and the entire night suddenly flashes back to me.

I had sex with Monica. Repeatedly. And wonderfully.

Wow.

Just…wow.

And she's the body next to me, which is even more wow. Her soft curves are pressed against me, her back molded to my front.

I tentatively stroke her shoulder, careful not to wake her. She sighs, but doesn't stir.

She looks even more beautiful now than she did a few hours ago. I don't know how that's possible, but it's true.

This woman let me worship her for hours tonight; she let me do things I've never dared imagine before. Well, maybe I'd imagined them a little. Maybe I'd even imagined them a little with her. I just never really thought it would happen for me.

But here she is, her breathing deep and even in the dark hotel room, a room that will be one of my favorite places in the world for the rest of time.

Just holding her is magnificent. I wasn't expecting that. I usually like my own space when I sleep. Not with Monica, apparently. I feel like I can't get close enough.

Everything about this night was perfect.

That first time…I think I put on a good show of being confident and in control of the situation, but inside I was scared senseless. I just knew I was going to screw it up somehow. That's why I dragged out the foreplay for as long as I could.

Not that it was any hardship on my end.

Putting my mouth all over her body, feeling her respond to my touch, quivering under my hands…there's nothing that can rival it.

Well, maybe one thing.

But she is, without a doubt, the most fantastic, most beautiful, sexiest, loveliest creature I've ever been with, and not just because of tonight. She's always phenomenal. Always. I love being around her; I love being near her. I just never imagined that I'd get to do this.

Okay, I imagined it. But I honestly never thought it'd be a reality. It still doesn't feel like it really happened, despite the sore muscles and exhaustion in my limbs.

If I had the energy, I'd wake her up right now and go again.

I'd be happy with just being able to kiss her right now. As we established earlier, kissing her is one of the best things I've ever experienced. I feel like I could do that for hours and only stop because I needed chapstick.

But sex with her…making love to her…could I do that forever? Is that possible? I've never felt anything like it before in my life. I've never felt like I just fit with someone, literally and metaphorically. And I've really never felt like I was that good at sex until tonight, either. But when a woman moans your name, when she won't stop moaning your name, when she screams and claws at your back and keeps coming back for more, when she tells you once isn't going to be enough…well, I sure as hell felt like I was doing something right. And I'm almost completely sure that she didn't fake anything.

It was amazing. I want to feel like that forever. The whole night has been incredible; even the first time, which when compared the rest of the night was awkward and fumbly, was still the best sex I've ever had.

Of course, just until we had sex again. Then that moved to the number one spot. Each time was better than the last.

That last time was pretty intense, though. I don't know how I managed to have sex that many times in one night, and it'll probably never happen again, but that last time…lucky number seven.

It was unlike anything else. I want to live in that moment forever.

She makes a soft noise suddenly and shifts against me and I pause, waiting to see what'll happen. She stretches a little and turns over, draping her arm across my chest.

She blinks up at me sleepily, not looking at all surprised to see me. A tiny smile graces her lips and she stretches up to me, our faces close, our breath mingling. I raise my hand and caress her cheek for a moment before I pull her lips to mine and we kiss each other slowly, with no purpose other than to kiss. She makes a tiny noise in the back of her throat that sounds like a whimper, and once again I desperately wish that I had more energy because I would love to have sex with just one more time. Her hand slides up to my neck, pulling me closer, kissing me deeper for a few moments, before we mutually slow down, kissing slowly once more, gently.

I sigh and give her lips a few more pecks before she settles back against me, her head nestled against my shoulder, her arm draped across me, her fingers gently stroking my hip. She slides her leg over mine and I feel myself shudder. I wrap my arms around her, trying to get closer, the feel of her naked skin against mine completely unreal and glorious.

I feel her breathing deeply, sound asleep once more, and my eyelids start to grow heavy. I try to fight it—I want so badly to savor this moment—but between the jetlag and the massive amounts of sex I've had tonight, my body is crying out for a couple more hours of sleep.

I give her another gentle squeeze and let my eyes drift shut, feeling more at peace than I have in a very long time.


*A/N...this was intended to be a one-shot (hence the title...just a moment in between), but I have a few bits and pieces of small moments from TWWF that will wind up here eventually. BUT...here's where I would like your help, if you're willing. What did I miss? What did you want to see that I didn't remember to put in? Think of this sort of like a Choose Your Own Adventure. Like I said, if you're game. I just keep coming up with things and needed somewhere to put it, and I know some of you had ideas that I never got to put in. Any input you want to give will be loved!