Sunlight streamed in the windows, bringing to light the dark shadows that
had covered the room. The morning was perfectly still as if time had
stopped upon this moment. Carefully picked out clothing now lay strewn
across the white carpet where they had landed when urgent fingers flung
them in the midst of passion and need.
The soft yellow rays of light danced across Sydney's face and tickled her nose. In sleep the corners of her mouth turned upward in a contented smile. As morning spread across the California sky her eyes fluttered open.
A warm muscular arm held her safe and close against a firm chest. She sighed happily and nestled in even closer against his body.
She felt a light grazing of lips as he kissed her hair. She rolled over until they were nose to nose. His eyes were heavy with sleep, but the same euphoric grin spread across his face.
"Good morning," she whispered.
He kissed her forehead in response, moving down to the tip of her nose and then her mouth.
"Mmmmmm..." she purred in delight.
She buried her head in his chest, smelling the wonderful fragrance of him. He had a small strawberry colored birthmark on his shoulder, and she decided to kiss it. She wanted to explore every inch of him and call him her own, to memorize every landmark.
She ran her hands over his tanned skin stretched tightly across his ribs and defined muscles. As she did, he drank in the sight of her in wonder, becoming intoxicated by her presence once more.
He ran his hand through the long dark hair fanned out on the pillow. It smelled like flowers and spring and felt like gently spun silk. When he finished with her hair he moved his hand to her face, his broad palm resting against her cheek. She raised her hand and placed it over his.
"I want to listen to your heart," she whispered.
He did not question her as she rolled over and pressed her body to his.
Once more he wrapped his arm around her waist.
She closed her eyes and let the steady beat of his heart and his protective embrace soothe her.
"Please, don't ever let this end," she whispered.
Vaughn hugged her tighter. Even in her joy there was fear. He knew the feeling well. It tainted every touch, every whisper, every scream. All night he had held her, as if in doing so he would insure that when he awakened she would still be there. Neither of them had known that living a dream brought with it the fear of awakening.
"Can we make the world stop?" she asked, her voice small and soft. "I just want this moment to last forever."
He pushed the hair from her neck and kissed her soft skin.
"I don't want it to Syd. I want to have the pleasure of waking up every morning and knowing that this is real. I want to wake up in the middle of the night and find you here beside me."
"Promise it can always be like this?"
"I promise." He sealed his promise by rolling her over and kissing her gently, but full of passion.
"You know, we never ate dinner," she teased.
"Hungry?"
"Not for breakfast."
Their lips met again.
"How about breakfast in bed?"
"Nice, but I think I like breakfast on bed better."
He laughed as she punctuated her words with playful kisses.
"I'll go fix you a real French breakfast, and then we can spend the rest of the day in bed," he said suggestively.
"There's an offer I can't refuse."
She yanked the covers off him and kissed him once more.
"Go."
She laughed and gave him a nice smack on the butt as he climbed from the bed.
He turned swiftly as he zipped his pants.
"Watch it Bristow."
"Oh I will. I'll watch it all the way out to the kitchen."
He picked up a pillow and swatted her face before strutting to the kitchen, Sydney laughing the whole time.
She stayed in the bed a while longer, listening to him cook. She laughed as he began to whistle. That was one sound she never thought she'd be hearing.
She pulled herself from beneath the covers and pulled on his t-shirt, inhaling deeply. It smelled like him.
Quietly she snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head on his shoulder.
He stopped what he was doing and took her hands, swaying slightly.
"You're going to make me forget what I'm doing."
"That's what I was going for."
She stepped back, pulling him with her.
"Come on, let's go back to bed."
"Let me just turn of the burner..."
"I'll wait for you."
He turned off the stove and put the batter in the fridge. When he got back to the bedroom she was already beneath the sheets. He crawled in beside her and they gently made love.
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The soft yellow rays of light danced across Sydney's face and tickled her nose. In sleep the corners of her mouth turned upward in a contented smile. As morning spread across the California sky her eyes fluttered open.
A warm muscular arm held her safe and close against a firm chest. She sighed happily and nestled in even closer against his body.
She felt a light grazing of lips as he kissed her hair. She rolled over until they were nose to nose. His eyes were heavy with sleep, but the same euphoric grin spread across his face.
"Good morning," she whispered.
He kissed her forehead in response, moving down to the tip of her nose and then her mouth.
"Mmmmmm..." she purred in delight.
She buried her head in his chest, smelling the wonderful fragrance of him. He had a small strawberry colored birthmark on his shoulder, and she decided to kiss it. She wanted to explore every inch of him and call him her own, to memorize every landmark.
She ran her hands over his tanned skin stretched tightly across his ribs and defined muscles. As she did, he drank in the sight of her in wonder, becoming intoxicated by her presence once more.
He ran his hand through the long dark hair fanned out on the pillow. It smelled like flowers and spring and felt like gently spun silk. When he finished with her hair he moved his hand to her face, his broad palm resting against her cheek. She raised her hand and placed it over his.
"I want to listen to your heart," she whispered.
He did not question her as she rolled over and pressed her body to his.
Once more he wrapped his arm around her waist.
She closed her eyes and let the steady beat of his heart and his protective embrace soothe her.
"Please, don't ever let this end," she whispered.
Vaughn hugged her tighter. Even in her joy there was fear. He knew the feeling well. It tainted every touch, every whisper, every scream. All night he had held her, as if in doing so he would insure that when he awakened she would still be there. Neither of them had known that living a dream brought with it the fear of awakening.
"Can we make the world stop?" she asked, her voice small and soft. "I just want this moment to last forever."
He pushed the hair from her neck and kissed her soft skin.
"I don't want it to Syd. I want to have the pleasure of waking up every morning and knowing that this is real. I want to wake up in the middle of the night and find you here beside me."
"Promise it can always be like this?"
"I promise." He sealed his promise by rolling her over and kissing her gently, but full of passion.
"You know, we never ate dinner," she teased.
"Hungry?"
"Not for breakfast."
Their lips met again.
"How about breakfast in bed?"
"Nice, but I think I like breakfast on bed better."
He laughed as she punctuated her words with playful kisses.
"I'll go fix you a real French breakfast, and then we can spend the rest of the day in bed," he said suggestively.
"There's an offer I can't refuse."
She yanked the covers off him and kissed him once more.
"Go."
She laughed and gave him a nice smack on the butt as he climbed from the bed.
He turned swiftly as he zipped his pants.
"Watch it Bristow."
"Oh I will. I'll watch it all the way out to the kitchen."
He picked up a pillow and swatted her face before strutting to the kitchen, Sydney laughing the whole time.
She stayed in the bed a while longer, listening to him cook. She laughed as he began to whistle. That was one sound she never thought she'd be hearing.
She pulled herself from beneath the covers and pulled on his t-shirt, inhaling deeply. It smelled like him.
Quietly she snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head on his shoulder.
He stopped what he was doing and took her hands, swaying slightly.
"You're going to make me forget what I'm doing."
"That's what I was going for."
She stepped back, pulling him with her.
"Come on, let's go back to bed."
"Let me just turn of the burner..."
"I'll wait for you."
He turned off the stove and put the batter in the fridge. When he got back to the bedroom she was already beneath the sheets. He crawled in beside her and they gently made love.
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