A/N: Warning, slight rating jump to T
Intoxicating
It is intoxicating the way he is intimate with her. The way he always gazes into her eyes just before pushing into her, and she swears she see a small twinkle, a little light not because of what they are about to do, but because he's doing it with her. The way his face contours with pleasure, and the simple fact that he trusts her enough to let go and let her see it. The way he grips her closer to him when her body is spasming from him driving her into a delightful overload. The way his fingers graze down her side whisper soft as he turns into instead of away from her when they have finished. The way his breathe always softly tickles her neck as he releases a satisfied sigh, a warm and fulfilling reminder of what they have just done, and that they will do it again.
They are simple and subtle acts, yet powerfully spine-tingling and stimulating that wrap around her like a warm breeze on a chilly night. A barely noticeable smile forms on her lips as she allows her mind to dance over these thoughts while she drifts off to sleep, wrapped securely in his arms.