"Satine, wake up darling. It's early, but the sun will come up soon. Come
sit with me, love and we'll watch it together."
Satine groaned and looked over at him as he smiled happily and came over to the bed. She gave him a drowsy smile and buried her head under his pillow again, wishing he would just watch her for a while instead of waking her up so early. He pulled the pillow away from her and began kissing her neck and bare shoulders, leaning over her without forcing her to withstand any of his weight. She moaned quietly and allowed his lips to roam her upper body as she lay still, taking in his unique scent and wrapping her arms around his neck. He looked up and smiled as he ran the tip of his nose along her skin until their lips met. When their lungs begged for mercy, they stopped and Satine motioned for him move so she could get up.
"What time is it, my darling poet?"
"Very early, love. Around 5:15 I suppose."
"5:15! Why have you woken me up so early?"
"Because the sun will rise around six, and there is a little bit of light outside. I wanted you to sit on the windowsill with me, so we could watch the sun's progress this morning. Is that not a good idea?"
"You are such a sweet, hopeless romantic, Christian."
"Hopeless? How am I hopeless? I am with you and you seem to like me. I believe I'm past hopeless, my dear."
"No darling, you are not hopeless, but I am not.... dressed for the occasion."
"And I am?" he said with a grin.
"Well, I suppose we could fix your problem. You are halfway there."
"Yes, I suppose I am. Bring a sheet over from the bed and we'll get settled, alright?"
"Alright, darling. I will, be patient."
Satine covered herself with the sheet and walked over to the windowsill slowly, allowing him to watch her hips sway under the white sheet in an almost suggestive manner. He gulped and met her piercing gaze, holding it while she sat down on his lap. The gaze was not broken while she spoke to him.
"Now, let's fix your overdressed state. I think we should both be natural."
Christian nodded, close to drooling over her, as she moved off his lap and pulled him over to a corner. She unfastened his trousers and pushed them down. He kicked them away and kissed her quickly, wanting to feel her skin against his as soon as possible. She touched the waistband of his boxers and he shivered. She pulled them down with a giggle, her eyes locked on his again. When her work was done, she opened the front of the sheet to him and he came to her, wrapping his arms around her hips and leading her to the windowsill to sit. They fixed the sheet so all was covered and settled down, kissing and holding each other slowly, taking all the time they needed. The clock in the corner said it was 5:42. The sun would rise at precisely 6:12. Christian smiled and kissed her bare shoulder gently as her lips drifted down to his shoulder, returning the action. His hand touched the wood surrounding them while his other hand rested low on her back, keeping her close. Her lips massaged his sore shoulder carefully and thoroughly as he whispered secret promises and loving words in her ear tenderly. The sun rose without either of the lovers noticing and they remained in their place, memorizing the feeling of skin against skin and reveling in it silently. No words were necessary; all they needed was the calm and passion of each other. Satine looked up at him for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime. Christian's head was still on her shoulder, caressing it with his fingertips and light kisses. She pulled his chin up until their eyes met. He looked drowsy from the time they had spent in place, which only made him seem even more amazing. He smiled gently and kissed her forehead, then her lips in a long, intoxicating kiss.
"Mmm...this is perfect," she whispered, tickling his ear with her gentle breathing.
"Yes, it is. I don't want to move."
"Neither do I. Never."
"So, let's stay her, for as long as we feel necessary, even if it's a lifetime."
"Yes, a lifetime if necessary. I love you, Christian."
"I love you too, darling."
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Satine groaned and looked over at him as he smiled happily and came over to the bed. She gave him a drowsy smile and buried her head under his pillow again, wishing he would just watch her for a while instead of waking her up so early. He pulled the pillow away from her and began kissing her neck and bare shoulders, leaning over her without forcing her to withstand any of his weight. She moaned quietly and allowed his lips to roam her upper body as she lay still, taking in his unique scent and wrapping her arms around his neck. He looked up and smiled as he ran the tip of his nose along her skin until their lips met. When their lungs begged for mercy, they stopped and Satine motioned for him move so she could get up.
"What time is it, my darling poet?"
"Very early, love. Around 5:15 I suppose."
"5:15! Why have you woken me up so early?"
"Because the sun will rise around six, and there is a little bit of light outside. I wanted you to sit on the windowsill with me, so we could watch the sun's progress this morning. Is that not a good idea?"
"You are such a sweet, hopeless romantic, Christian."
"Hopeless? How am I hopeless? I am with you and you seem to like me. I believe I'm past hopeless, my dear."
"No darling, you are not hopeless, but I am not.... dressed for the occasion."
"And I am?" he said with a grin.
"Well, I suppose we could fix your problem. You are halfway there."
"Yes, I suppose I am. Bring a sheet over from the bed and we'll get settled, alright?"
"Alright, darling. I will, be patient."
Satine covered herself with the sheet and walked over to the windowsill slowly, allowing him to watch her hips sway under the white sheet in an almost suggestive manner. He gulped and met her piercing gaze, holding it while she sat down on his lap. The gaze was not broken while she spoke to him.
"Now, let's fix your overdressed state. I think we should both be natural."
Christian nodded, close to drooling over her, as she moved off his lap and pulled him over to a corner. She unfastened his trousers and pushed them down. He kicked them away and kissed her quickly, wanting to feel her skin against his as soon as possible. She touched the waistband of his boxers and he shivered. She pulled them down with a giggle, her eyes locked on his again. When her work was done, she opened the front of the sheet to him and he came to her, wrapping his arms around her hips and leading her to the windowsill to sit. They fixed the sheet so all was covered and settled down, kissing and holding each other slowly, taking all the time they needed. The clock in the corner said it was 5:42. The sun would rise at precisely 6:12. Christian smiled and kissed her bare shoulder gently as her lips drifted down to his shoulder, returning the action. His hand touched the wood surrounding them while his other hand rested low on her back, keeping her close. Her lips massaged his sore shoulder carefully and thoroughly as he whispered secret promises and loving words in her ear tenderly. The sun rose without either of the lovers noticing and they remained in their place, memorizing the feeling of skin against skin and reveling in it silently. No words were necessary; all they needed was the calm and passion of each other. Satine looked up at him for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime. Christian's head was still on her shoulder, caressing it with his fingertips and light kisses. She pulled his chin up until their eyes met. He looked drowsy from the time they had spent in place, which only made him seem even more amazing. He smiled gently and kissed her forehead, then her lips in a long, intoxicating kiss.
"Mmm...this is perfect," she whispered, tickling his ear with her gentle breathing.
"Yes, it is. I don't want to move."
"Neither do I. Never."
"So, let's stay her, for as long as we feel necessary, even if it's a lifetime."
"Yes, a lifetime if necessary. I love you, Christian."
"I love you too, darling."
~~~~~