She looked at him, her gaze intense as he lay on the bed in an unsightly angle, softly snoring while rivulets of dribble stained the formless pillow. The resulting picture was immensely unattractive, as if intended to make any outburst of desire spontaneously wither away.
Yet all she could think of was how she wanted to be over him, underneath him, inflaming, infiltrating his senses with all that was her, burrowing downdowndown until all skin between them dissolved away.
She wanted to sear her whole being upon his.
Perhaps that was when she realized she wanted much much more than claiming his burnished skin.