You can hear her purposely groaning loud enough for you to gain your attention from the bedroom, trying to rush you. You laugh, but quickly dab a towel to your face and flick out the lights.
She's wearing long purple pajamas pants and a white sweater. The heating is out in the building and the cold air makes her want to cuddle. You have no complaints.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," you say, walking into the room and sliding into bed on her side. She giggles, touches your hair and face as you crawl over her, and tangles your legs together. Once against the pillows, she lays her head on your chest, a hand rubbing soothing circles on your abdomen, skirting the edge of your pants. Her touch sends chills up your spine.
"You're so warm," she sighs, burrowing herself deeper into you. "And you smell good." She pushes her nose in your shirt and inhales, giggling. And you begin to remember how long it took the both of you to get here. To be this open and vulnerable with each other. The thought brings pinprick tears to your eyes and you hug her close enough to feel a faint heartbeat.
"You're adorable," you say, smirking as you reach for her hand to twine your fingers together. The light glints off her engagement ring and you bring it up to kiss. The love pounding in your chest so profound that it's overwhelming. "And you're going to marry me."
"Yes." She sits up to press her soft lips to yours. "I am."
You let yourself get lost in the sweetness of her taste as the kiss builds intensity. She drags her nails down your chest and you shiver, hands going to cup her waist so she can straddle you. But once settled against your lap, you flip her so she's under you.
"You're going to be Mrs. Castle."
She runs her hands over your ass and squeezes, a smirk dancing on her lips, arousal flickering in her eyes.
"I can't wait."