She looks so peaceful lying there. Hair tousled, thick lashes fanning the top of her cheeks with her closed lids, lips slightly parted as though awaiting a kiss….. Don't do it man, enjoy this. She could be feeling completely different once she opens her eyes and the reality of last night's events set in. …..Nah….. She has to feel the same as me. Everything was exactly as it should have been. It felt right between us. The way she looked at me….. She could see me for who I am and who I want to be and she still didn't run screaming into the night. I'm a luck sob….. and also a hungry sob….. We still have some dessert left, I think….. Did we eat all of it after the second time? I know that we talked about eating it after the last time…..

Trent couldn't help the smile that seemed to plaster itself across his face as memories of their time together flashed before him. The way her body met his with a completeness that he was not used to or the way she touched him with a delicate firmness. He was particularly reminiscent of the sounds in particular, for they told of a melodic, eroticism of their own. He thought he would never hear a sound sweeter than the sound of his name in a breathless pant being chanted like a mantra from her lips. He glanced at the bed with longing for a moment before hurrying to gather the remains of their dessert from the little room fridge.

Mmm… I feel so….. Deliciously sated…. I never want to leave this space…. Hey, where is he?

Her eyes fluttered open when she felt the empty space beside her.

Did he leave? Surely he isn't having regrets? I have been known to misread a situation… no way. We- everything with us felt right. Still, if he left then something must-

"Didn't mean to wake you," Trent's voice broke her thoughts. He brought the plate of half eaten chocolate cake and berries over on the tray that he'd liberated from a flower arrangement. "I thought that we could use something to eat."

"Yeah," she shifted the covers so that the sheet was now covering her previously exposed bosom, "I am feeling rather peckish."

He sat the tray on the bed and climbed in behind her so that he could wrap his body around hers. He fed her a grape first, then she broke a piece of the chocolate cake and fed it to him with her fingers. He took his time making sure that he licked each one of her fingers in turn. He kissed her shoulder blade as they fed one another, taking note of the way her fingers traced a maddening pattern on his thigh.

"You know," she watched him take another exaggerated lick from her index finger this time as she spoke, "There is a continental breakfast downstairs….."

He raised a brow at her over the wrist that he had just kissed.

"Or we could order in room service….."

He let her fall back onto the bed and hovered over her with a lustful smile.

"I'd rather eat out….." he then proceeded to do exactly that to both their delights…..

They stayed in the room until they had to leave on Saturday. Daria silently cursed herself for agreeing to help Barry out. She hadn't realized how hard it would be to actually leave Trent, even for a short time. She did plan on coming back for a much more extended Christmas break, but that seemed so far away now. After that first evening, they had pretty much silently agreed that they wouldn't be moving from the room unless absolutely necessary. Their time consisted of making love, showering together (which led to more love making), and eating. Everything seemed so much more and concerns about feeling smothered or inadequacies were benign for them both. The time seemed to flee from them and Saturday when they bade each other farewell it was with the sweet promise of a kiss of things to come that they parted upon.

The knock at the door roused Trent from the lyrics that he was working on. He was feeling his creative juices going into overdrive and he knew that it was in large part due to Daria and their growing relationship. Everything was definitely worth the wait, he thought. They had done things on their terms and they were rock solid. Kind of early for Jesse on a Saturday, he thought opening the door.

"Hello Trent….." Helen Morgendorffer stood in her perfectly pressed powerhouse blue Chanel suit. "Can I have a word with you?"

He gestured for her to come in and she followed him to the den where they would talk.