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He remained there, on top of me, inside of me, kissing me for several minutes more, but his mouth was no longer so urgent. It was soft and gentle and tender, and I found myself enjoying those kisses as much as the others we had shared. I was surrounded by him, tasting only his mouth, inhaling only his scent, and it was, for lack of a better word, beautiful (that I would even have such a thought is still incomprehensible, but even worse is the fact that it was true). After a long time he moved off of me, and I felt somehow bereft without his body joined to mine and covering me. Still, I wasn't cold, and I wondered why until I realized with a start that I was still completely clothed. How we'd managed everything we'd managed without completely undressing, I had no idea, nor did I understand why I'd felt as though we were naked. It made no sense but I was in no condition to analyze anything, so I ignored the questions and stood to take care of the situation.

"Where are you going?" he asked, voice drowsy in a way that was almost as sexy as its previous harshness, barely opening his eyes to watch me move across the room.

"I'm not," I said, "just changing. I can't sleep in this. And you can't sleep in that," I added.

"No, I suppose I can't," he agreed, sitting up and running his hands through his disordered curls. He looked sated and disheveled, and so heartbreakingly handsome. I could hardly believe he'd actually let me touch him. "Come here, let me undress you."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, uncertain as to whether or not I had the energy for another round just yet, but approached him nonetheless. He smiled crookedly, standing up and kicking off his jeans and boxer briefs at the same time. He threaded his fingers through my hair, kissed me briefly, then took the hem of my shirt in his hands. "Lift your arms," he prodded, and I did, shivering as he whisked the fabric over my head and I felt the cool air on my skin.

He skimmed his hands down my sides, from my ribcage to my hips, and I shivered again. "Cold?" he asked, smiling as he took in the sight of me in my black lace bra and skirt.

"No," I answered, because it was true, and the night air had nothing to do with why I was shivering.

He nodded and slid his hands around the back of my waist, unzipping my skirt with ease and nudging it down to join my blouse on the floor. His hands traveled south just slightly, caressing my ass. Then he stepped back to look at me, and I could feel his eyes skimming over my body just as clearly as I'd felt his physical touch mere moments before.

Without speaking I raised my arms and unhooked my bra. I'd worn my prettiest one intentionally, hoping someone would see it, and I was glad he was getting a chance to enjoy the display even if the fireworks were over for the night. Smiling, I let it fall gently forward, releasing my breasts. My nipples hardened immediately due to the cool of the room and the heat of his gaze. I also removed my panties- totally ruined, by the way- shimmying them down past my hips and then stepping out of them.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, looking intently at me, and I wanted to return the compliment. In the pale light of the moon and streetlamp he looked like some kind of god sent to tempt mortals by his mere existence, his body as perfect as anything a Renaissance sculptor ever created (again, incomprehensible that I should think so; again, impossibly true). Before I could put this thought into words, he turned down the comforter and sheets, which were somehow only slightly rumpled. "Come lie down with me."

I crawled into the bed and scooted over so he could slide in next to me. He pulled me into his arms, his fingers tracing lightly up and down my stomach. "That was…" he began, pausing to think before continuing "I don't know what that was. I don't think there are words for what that was."

"There aren't," I conceded, "so I'm just going to go with amazing. Is that okay?"

He grinned. "Well for me at least it falls short, but maybe it's the best we can do."

"I'll check my thesaurus in the morning," I teased, and he chuckled.

There was a long pause, and I wondered if he'd fallen asleep until he spoke again. "I don't think I've ever been this exhausted," he murmured, hands still stroking me. It felt good, and maybe could have felt arousing if I hadn't been just as tired as he claimed to be. But I was, so it was merely soothing, and at the moment that was even better.

"Me too," I answered. "You can stay the night if you like. There's no one else here."

I took the fact that he'd fallen fast asleep in the middle of my offer as acceptance of it.

TBC