You wake up in the morning and feel a sudden urge to leave, especially given that you feel so very naked beneath the sheet barely covering your lower torso and almost none of your legs. A sudden sort of embarrassment leaves your Vulcan half scolding you for being here, being like this, even though you seem to have forgotten the 'why'. As you quickly sit up and bump your head against the sill of the window behind the bed, a soft sigh from beside you sharpens your reality.
Elyse is beside you, a mess of ginger hair splayed across her pillow and one of her eyes. She has one arm lifted and crooked over her head, and with one leg straight and the other at an angle, her legs form a pennant beneath the sheet. The blue material stops just below her bellybutton, the crease of her creamy skin leading up to where her ample breasts lay exposed. Her other arm had been tightly placed at her side until you shifted, and now she's rolling over, keeping her face turned towards you. She is beautiful.
The sunrise peeking through the less than adequate shades in her chamber prove to allow just enough through to create a beam. You move again, this time at the beck and call of your human half, the half whose heart is melting at the sight of the goddess beside you and of the gleam she casts, shadowing the rest of the world as it cannot compare to her loveliness. On your side now, you prop your head up and stare at her while she sleeps, noting that her eyelids are twitching. You hope she's dreaming of you.
While you gently caress the blonde hairs adorning her forearm where she'd pulled it up to be near her face, you revel in the sun lighting up the follicles and making you love her all the more. It is then that you remember everything.
The previous night had been full of the two of you, all firsts and lasts and everything in between. You had touched every inch of her, your fingers familiarizing themselves with the feel of her bare flesh. By now, you have perfectly memorized the span of her body and all of its adornments - each dip and contour of her skin, each scar, each mole, and even every last freckle. Of course, such freckles were sparing on her face as opposed to her shoulders, arms, and legs, but the small dusting of them was enough to make her eyes pop.
Gently you push the curls from her eyes as she begins to stir. When her eyelids flutter open and her gaze meets yours, silence falls between you.
Your heart skips the moment a smile crosses her lips, stretching back to reveal her perfect, pearly whites. You smirk in return, thankful that a blushing Vulcan is a secret to all as green cheeks are not a part of your make-up.
Neither of you says a word. There is nothing to be said anyway. What would you say if you needed to? Would you tell her that you never knew before her that intercourse could leave you so breathless? Would you remind her of just how lusty you make him feel? Would you tell her that you never want to spend another night without her? Would you tell her you love her?
The last thought causes a hitch to form in the back of your throat. You clear it, but her eyes convey a concern. Perhaps she can sense that you have so many things whirring through your already addled mind. Perhaps she wants to hear them. Regardless, you shake your head, your silent way of telling her that you're going to be just fine.
As long as your future contains every night spent with her, everything will be more than fine.
