~Alrighty, this is some fluff for a friend of mine. So it was written at 2am. The over description of everything is intentional. As is the lack of name use. But other wise, enjoy.~
She lay on her side, on the verge of sleep. Her body was naked and her wine-red lips were slightly open, accenting her peaches-&- cream skin and golden blonde hair. Which fanned out across the pillow like a halo of golden light. She ran her pink tongue contentedly over her short, if sharp, canines. Her Bright blue eyes were open the tiniest slit. Gaze locked on the man that had satisfied her so. He lay next to her on his back, apparently asleep. He was tall and lean with hair like a ravens wing and, when you could see them, dark brown eyes. His dark, handsome appearance pleased her deeply. He was kind, with an old world sense of chivalry that, even through it could be annoying at times, made one feel safe. Not that she'd ever tell him that. And, she had discovered. He knew very, very well how to please a woman. Maybe it came with the chivalry. Because she was sure he hadn't had that much practice. She grinned wolfishly. Looking over what of him wasn't covered by the bed sheet. Her gaze flowed appreciatively over his pleasantly toned chest and ads, not model or superstar quality, but not bad. Before recalling in detail her very intimate knowledge of what lay hidden beneath the concealing blankets. She licked her lips, remembering the taste of him. Then snuggled to his side. And he responded by warping an arm around her. His big, warm hand coming to rest in the hallow between her stomach and hip, his warmth spread through her agreeably. She put her lips to the thick muscle on the side of his neck where it met his shoulder. He rumbled lowly in response, turning his angular featured face towards her he whispered. "Warm enough?" A soft smile graced his lips, but there was genuine concern beneath it. Always chivalrous, that's him. She thought. And leaned towards him to kiss that small smile. "I don't think I could be cold right now" She whispered after breaking there kiss. He pulled her closer, rolling onto his side to face her. And nuzzled his face against the side of her neck. "I love you, you know." He said into her neck, as if fearing her refection. She smiled almost smugly, her heart thundering at his nearness. He was her's. And her's alone. "I know." she said. With note of tenderness she had never heard in herself before. She felt him smile against her neck and whisper. "Murphy. My Murphy." Before he kissed her with enthusiasm. Rolling her slight frame so that she lay across his chest. His kiss lit her on fire, and she melted against him. When they broke apart she whispered back, slightly out of breath. "Dresden. My Dresden."
~Thanks for reading. And you might wonder why I used lats names at the end. If you are, it's just because it sounded better.~