VII.
Heaven
She never believed in a greater force that was unseen and above all.
But in those rare mornings when he woke up before she did… she always got the impression that this was what heaven was supposed to be like.
He would always run his fingertips through her thick locks and brush them away from her face; taking his time in tucking them lightly behind one ear. Fingers gingerly traced the soft curve of her jawline just before he would carefully hook them beneath her chin. It was the same routine up to this point, where he would either simply brush his lips against her own or fully take them. But after that… sometimes he would change it. At the moment, her favorite was when he would touch at her lips and slowly make his way to the corner of them; somehow, he always managed to make his way to the back of her neck.
From there it was always a mix of bed sheets and hands as he moved his body over her own and traced shapes into her spine. She was always awake at that point but she never wanted to interrupt him; she didn't want his hands or his touches to melt away just yet.
Hands lightly grabbed a hold of her sides as he turned her over onto her back; the bed covers had been disregarded before and left a majority of her body undressed and nude. He pressed lips against the curve of her neck and slowly made his way down to the dip of her collarbones; she arched lightly as he skimmed the flat surface of her sternum and just barely touched at the opening of the valley between her breasts. His hands slipped beneath her and carefully seemed to cradle her lower back as he lifted her just barely off the bed; pulling her body into slightly greater arch while he touched at the middle point of the valley. By the time he reached the lower curve of her ribcage, he was adding small hints of his tongue and using them to trace the invisible line that ran down the middle of her body. A soft groan touched at her lips as he moved on to the scope of her trimmed abdomen; fingers indulged themselves in the soft feel of his hair running between them before she slowly drug them down to muscular focus of his shoulders- taking the long trail down his arms till they could lightly wrap themselves across his wrists. He seemed to grab a hold of her wants and retraced his touches back up her body till his lips rested against her own.
She would tease him as she'd lure him in for a short embrace only to lightly pull away at the last minute; he always knew that'd she do it but let himself fall for it regardless. The long-term embrace that followed afterwards as always worth it. It was a mix of fingers tangled in messy locks and lips pressed almost too tight against one another; the arousal of his skin pushed against her own and the mismatch shapes of their bodies as they lost themselves in the popular sense of lust and physical euphoria; the sounds of the mattress as it quietly squeaked beneath their moving combined bodyweight as they twisted and tousled their bodies together.
She was never going to be a believer; but he made her believe that she didn't have to be one to reach that extra level of enlightenment.
