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His eyes open but then close tightly against the harsh light streaming from Amy's window. He realizes that it is not his window, not his bed, not his body laying next to him. But it is a very soft body he notes. He stretches his arm out to the body, only out of curiosity of course.
Yes the body is soft, warm as well against his bare skin. Then he notices that his skin is bare, and so his hers, and it is definitely a her. He starts to recall last night. The endless thinking and contemplating, a disappointing dinner, a disappointed Amy, an angry Amy, a soft soft Amy.
He recalls the passion, the heat, the little noises she made and the big low noises he made in response. Everything started to flow back to him as her long hair tickles his skin. His bare skin he remembers again. His cheeks turn red as she turns in her sleep. Yes she is soft, and yes she is naked.
He is very calm though, he never expected to be this calm, this, this... the word is hard to find; happy, relaxed, content, satisfied. The word is definitely satisfied. His lips turn upwards as he realizes he can still taste her; her lips, her skin, everything uniquely her. He can smell her shampoo, faded from last night but still very present in the air.
He tries to open his eyes again, draping his arm over his face to thwart the suns evil attempt to keep his eyes off of her. He sees her now; asleep, long eyelashes playing against her cheeks. Her lips are swollen from last night, he smiles further at this.
She turns again in her sleep, but this time towards him, her hand rests on his chest. At first he holds onto her unsure and uncomfortable, but soon he relaxes and holds her firmly to him. He doesn't want this moment to end. He doesn't want to wake up from this blissful dream and return to the world of responsibility and reason, the world were she is not forever in his arms and he cannot taste her and smell her shampoo. He holds her tighter in a protective, possessive manner. As if this is the only moment they have, he will make sure it is not.
He kisses her forehead, but finds that it is not enough. He lays a trail of soft kisses over her eyes, down her nose, until he reaches her lips. He kisses her passionately now. She awakens from the pressure and kisses him back fiercely. Her hands roam around his chest and his hands are placed firmly to her hips.
The fire engulfs them both. The bright sun only adds heat to the flames between them, soon their bodies are moving together the way they were last night, but this time less clumsily, this time less frustrated, this time more sure and more filled with love.
He collapses at her side again as his name plays across her lips. He falls asleep, clinging tightly to her body, and now it is her turn to watch him and admire the smell of his shampoo.
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