This story was done in collaboration between me and Jriddle41 (Sodormatchmaker on DeviantART), and we both own the OCs that are used in the story. Credit to author AaronCottrell97 for a few ideas and character suggestions (especially the duel layout for the story, along with the flashback to Driote's backstory). Everything else belongs to their respective owners:

Thomas and Friends (c) Hit Entertainment and Mattel

The Railway Series (c) Rev Wilbert Awdry

Yu-Gi-Oh! (c) Konami

NOTE: This scene takes place after Anakin gains his scars from his scuffle with Prince Randolph, and especially after Anakin's first meeting with Driote and being raped by her.

WARNING: This story is rated M for strong sexual content and nudity. Reader discretion is completely advised.


Title: Night of Passion

Anakin and Anastasia were both alone in the former's private chambers (with the latter's currently being under repair). The brunette-haired young woman was wetting a piece of cloth in a bowl of hot water.

"Alright, this may sting a bit." she warned.

Anakin winced as the hot, soapy cloth touched his face, but soon the pain slowly faded away and he eased up.

"Anastasia... I'm..."

"Hmm?" quizzed Anastasia.

"I'm so sorry." apologized Anakin sadly. "I almost murdered that scumbag... But not even he deserved a fate like that."

Anastasia remained silent in the matter, and just tried to clean her good friend's wounds. Soon, she was all done with cleaning the wounds Anakin had sustained...

"There, I'm all finished, now." said Anastasia, putting the bloodied piece of cloth down. "Thankfully, since we acted quickly enough, your eyesight will be just fine."

"I'm beginning to wish that your family never found me..." continued Anakin, berating himself some more. "Not only do I have no origin of hometown or birth, but I'm beyond dangerous when angered..."

"Anakin, don't talk like that!" Anastasia protested, trying to calm Anakin down without much success. "You've saved my life, after all..."

"Now, because of my actions, I truly am a freak..."

Suddenly, without any warning or anything, Anakin started to cry...right into Anastasia's exposed cleavage! This sexual-like gesture caused the brunette-haired young woman to yelp and blush a bright red.

"A-A-Anakin!" Anastasia stammered, feeling her breasts getting soaked from tears. "W-What do you think you are-?"

"The pain... It's too much for me..." weeped Anakin, with his face buried into the princess's chest. "I'm so sorry!"

Despite her friend doing something somewhat perverted towards her and wanting to scold him for doing it, Anastasia knew that Anakin was badly hurting right now, and only wanted to be comforted. Not only that, she felt something in her heart spark; like it was something she should have realized over a course of two years ago. And so, Anastasia went and said the best thing she could try to say to the black-haired young man...

"No, Anakin." The brunette-haired young woman finally said aloud. "I truly don't think you're a freak."

Anakin slowly lifted his head up slowly. "Y-You don't?" he sniffled.

Anastasia smiled warmly. "No, I do not think that at all. You've saved my life, after all." The princess pointed out. "And, now that I think about it, I really should have seen or realized it sooner, but I... I really do have feelings for you..."

"Huh?" blinked Anakin, with his eyes red from crying.

"From now on, Ani, my true feelings will...protect...you." offered Anastasia.

To prove her point about it, she slowly moved in...and passionately kissed Anakin on the lips. Although surprised at first, the black-haired young man soon eased up and enjoyed the kiss from Anastasia, kissing back. Her lips felt so perfect, so right against his that he never wanted to stop. He wrapped his arms and around her waist and pulled her closer. Anastasia gave a surprised moan against his lips, but she wasn't complaining, they had both painfully longed for this moment for so long. Her hands ran over his bare chest, massaging his muscles while his hands wandered over her back and down her thighs, seemingly of their own accord.

Anastasia couldn't believe it. Anakin was touching her in ways that she only fantasized of, feeling her body as if she was a precious object that he was worshiping with his hands. She felt something ignite within herself as they laid together on the bed in the midst of their lip-locking, and suddenly, she was no longer content to only kiss. But then, something triggered in Anakin's mind, and he suddenly broke the kiss. Anastasia was surprised, and disappointed by this, but when she saw Anakin's shaky expression and heard him gasping slightly, a horrible realization overcame her.

It was his traumatic experience with Driote, when she forced him to have sex with her. More accurately, she raped him. Anastasia realized that she must have caused Anakin's trauma to kick in by her taking 'control' of their kissing. She felt terrible, and tried to apologize for it.

"A-Anakin, I'm so sorry!" The princess exclaimed, feeling ashamed with herself.

She tried getting off of him, but then, to her surprise, Anakin pulled her back against him, as if he were trying to reassure her, and reassure himself as well.

"Anastasia... I want you... I need you." Anakin insisted, speaking slowly. "More than anything in the world, I want you...you're the only one who can ease my pain... You are the only woman I can truly love... and truly make love to..."

Anakin's eyes were filled with love and pain; his love for Anastasia, and the pain of having his virginity stolen from him by Driote. He had so desperately wanted Anastasia to be the one who took his virginity, but now that was impossible, and the only way he thought he could recover from that experience was by being with Anastasia. It wasn't going to be easy for him, but he wanted to make love to her more than anything.

"I want to get over this—with you, and only you..."

Anastasia's heart was racing as Anakin pulled her closer for another passionate kiss, which she returned with the same loving passion. Still holding her in his arms, Anakin sat up and rested Anastasia on lap while she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, deepening the kiss and pressing their bodies as closely as possible, moaning into each other's mouths as they felt her breasts against his bare chest. It was enough to drive them mad with lust and arousal.

Anastasia pulled away and rested her forehead against Anakin's, gazing into his beautiful blue eyes. This was the man she had loved for so many years, the man she wanted to save herself for, regardless of her forced engagement. Anakin was the only man the brunette-haired young woman could ever love, the only one could give her virginity to... She only wished he could have given her his virginity, if it weren't for that monster Driote. Anastasia couldn't begin to imagine how horrible it was to be raped by her, but she determined to make sure that this time Anakin wouldn't enjoy it.

Even so, the fact was that she had never had sex before this, and despite how much she wanted to do this, Anastasia was very nervous about it. But she wouldn't let that stop her.

"Oh, Ani, please... please make love to me..." Anastasia whispered, before adding... "The way YOU want to..."

Anakin, realizing that she was referring to the fact that he didn't have any choice during the sex with Driote, being forced to do so the way she wanted, giving him no control whatsoever, just forced to endure every painful second of it. Anastasia was letting him decide what pace they went with, just until he was comfortable enough. How long he had fantasized of doing this with her.

"Thank you, Anastasia... I love you so much."

Anastasia smiled as she finally whispered those magic words... "I love you too, Ani..."

They kissed again, but this time with more passion, hunger and lust than the last. Anakin felt Anastasia's tongue moving across his lips. He opened his mouth slightly, allowing her to explore him as their tongues rubbed against each other. The sensation was new to them both, but it was definitely a pleasant one. Anakin pressed Anastasia down onto the bed so that he was laying on top of her as they made out, both in a state of near-euphoria at what was happening. When they finally pulled away to catch their breath, Anakin began kissing his way down Anastasia's neck, licking and sucking her soft, creamy skin as he traveled down towards her breasts. He started kissing, licking and sucking as much of her exposed cleavage as possible. It was a dream come true.

But Anastasia was loving it even more, as she was softly moaning and crying in ecstasy and arousal, turning them both on even more. She could feel her womanhood getting wetter and warmer the more Anakin continued tasting her bountiful mounds, a feeling that she never thought she would find so enjoyable, considering how much unwanted grief her bosoms brought her, but she felt like she was in paradise, and Anakin hadn't even started undressing her yet.

Anakin finally started kissing his way back up Anastasia's neck and planting his lips on her's once again, their tongues quickly fighting for dominance once again in their mouths. As if there wasn't enough sexual tension between the two, Anakin grounded his pelvis into hers, grinding their hips together. Anastasia could feel his erect manhood rubbing against her wet and hot womanhood through his trousers.

That was it; the clothes had to come off!

They stopped the kiss, they didn't even need to say anything, they could tell exactly what they were thinking. Anakin ran his hands underneath Anastasia's and quickly found her underwear, pulling them down her legs without any hesitation, with Anastasia kicking them off once they were far enough down her legs. He then began to lift up her dress, while she raised her arms above her head, allowing him to take off her dress and throw it across the room to join her panties. There Anastasia laid on the bed in front of him, in all her naked glory.

The word beauty failed to describe her. Long, toned legs originated from round, womanly hips, above which her body gracefully curved beautifully into a lovely waist that fit perfectly in Anakin's arms. Her figure was an hourglass unlike any Anakin had ever seen on a woman. Magnificently large, firm, soft and perfectly rounded breasts with small, rosy nipples blessed her chest. Her creamy skin was completely flawless. She was a Goddess, and more perfect than Anakin could have dreamed of. Seeing her like this only made his already hard manhood even harder.

Anastasia blushed a deep shade of red as Anakin stared at her, as this was the first time she had ever been naked in front of a man. She felt the urge to cover herself, but she refused to. This was what Anastasia and Anakin both wanted, and despite her blushing, she was enjoying the way Anakin was staring at her, and how much his member seemed to enjoy it as well.

"Anastasia..." Anakin breathed, clearly amazed. "You're...a Goddess." Even so, he was unsure of how much further he should go. "I... I..."

Anastasia, gently taking his hands and guiding them to her breasts, smiled. "Touch them, Ani." she offered. "They're for you and only you."

Anakin accepted her request, cupping both succulent mounds in his hands. He couldn't believe how firm yet soft they were, and Anastasia let out a moan of intense pleasure. His lips on her breasts may have sent her to paradise, but his rough hands on them felt even more amazing. He squeezed them, rubbing his thumbs over her sensitive nipples, letting his natural urges guide him, and he was rewarded by another resounding moan from Anastasia. The sharp contrast with his rough skin against her soft skin was making it even more pleasurable. He began trailing his tongue from her neck down to her breasts, repeating his previous actions, but this time unopposed to the fabric of her discarded dress. Squeezing and pressing her bountiful mounds together, Anakin ran his tongue over one of her already hardened nipples, licking and sucking it, before he repeated the same process with her other nipple, while he squeezed the other breast with his free hand, just so it wasn't neglected. The reward was the best part...

"Ahh! Oh, God, yes! D-Don't stop, Ani!" cried Anastasia, speaking in such euphoric pleasure.

It was the most amazing feeling she had ever experienced as she felt her womanhood growing wetter and hotter by the second, and Anakin hadn't even gone down there yet... She just hoped no one else in the castle could hear her right now, namely her Mother and Father (her Father especially)... Anakin, meanwhile, was adoring every second of it, and the fact that she was also loving it made it so much more arousing. Her moans of pleasure was the sexiest sound he had ever heard, and she truly was the sexiest woman in the world. The fact that Anastasia was letting him take charge with their lovemaking was already helping him get past his experience with Driote, but even still, he was still incredibly nervous about the main course. It was only then that he finally seemed to realize that he was still wearing his trousers, and by now his erection was really starting to get uncomfortable. He really didn't want to stop his foreplay to take his trousers off, but it was becoming too much for him, so he let go her Anastasia's breasts.

Anastasia was greatly disappointed by this, but then she also realized that Anakin still hadn't removed the rest of his clothes. Anakin started to reach for his trousers, but then he stopped as another terrifying memory of Driote emerged, remembering when she forced him to strip himself in front of her, immediately afterwards she whipped his naked body with her Electro-Whip. He still felt the electric shocks, and he still had the scars from all those whip strikes on his chest and back, mostly his back. Anastasia seemed to realize why Anakin was struggling, so she sat back up and gently took his hands.

"Let me do it... please?" The princess asked softly, hoping that Anakin would better if he didn't have to be the one to do it.

Anakin was once again touched by her words, and nodded in agreement, leaning back a bit. Anastasia started to tug on his trousers and tugged them, and his underwear, off at once, allowing for Anakin's erection to spring free from its tight confinement, leaving him naked as well. A voluntary sigh escaped from Anakin's lips as the last constricting fabric was removed.

Now that Anastasia finally had a proper look at his fully erect penis, she went completely red in the face. It was of course her first actually seeing one, and Anakin was...bigger...than she thought he would be. She wasn't expecting him to be small, and he wasn't unnecessarily or unrealistically large, but he was still big, bigger than she had been expecting, to say the least, and honestly, she was a bit intimidated by it. How was it even going to fit inside her...? Despite everything Anakin had just done to her in the past, however long it had been, she only now started to feel bashful about everything they were doing, that and the fact they were both naked and fully aroused. She was so lost in her own thoughts, she didn't notice Anakin looking at her slightly embarrassed.

"Uh...Anastasia?" he spoke up.

Anastasia finally realized that she had been caught staring at Anakin's erection, causing her to blush an even darker shade of red.

"I-I, uh, s-sorry, Anakin..." The brunette-haired young woman stuttered, embarrassed. "it's j-just that I've, well, n-never seen one before—and, well, y-you're...bigger than I imagined..."

Although he was still slightly embarrassed himself, Anakin couldn't help but feel a bit of pride swelling up in him from hearing that, especially from the woman he loved so much, and it made him feel a bit more comfortable.

"It's fine, Anastasia... really." Anakin reassured. "I'm not offended."

Anastasia began to feel less embarrassed about it, and found herself looking at his member once again, taking in its size, still slightly intimidated by it, but also feeling herself becoming more aroused once again. Seeing Anakin in his full glory allowed her to admire his lean, muscular body. She gently ran her hands across his chest, caressing every scar and muscle she could get her hands on, before leaving soft kisses along his chest, taking great care around his latest scar, while Anakin groaned at the pleasant sensations of her hands and lips.

"Oh, Ani... you're so handsome..." whispered Anastasia, almost like she was in a trance. "The most handsome man in the world... Even with your scars and all."

"Do you really mean that?" Anakin asked hopefully, mainly referring to his scars.

"Yes. From the bottom of my heart." she smiled, before kissing his lips gently. "I love you, Ani."

Anakin smiled and ran a rough hand up her beautiful waist, earning a soft moan from his angelic princess.

"I love you too."

He then started kissing her again, this time it was more passionate, as they ran their hands gently across their bodies, loving how much his rough hands felt on her silky smooth skin. Anakin decided to go lower and began rubbing and squeezing her perfectly rounded bum, earning a surprised, yet pleasurable moan from her.

"Ooh, you cheeky boy..." Anastasia whispered seductively, her sexy tone making Anakin's member even harder.

"No, THIS is me being cheeky." The black-haired young man said, as he removed one hand from her bottom and gently cupped and squeezed one of her breasts and rubbing her nipple with his thumb. "So, what do you say to that?"

That earned him yet another beautiful, yet seductive, moan from Anastasia. When Anakin started letting his hands roam the rest of her body again, Anastasia started doing so too, and when she gazed back down at his hardened member, a sudden urge awakened inside of her as she ran her hand down his chest.

"Ani...can I...touch it?" she asked, blushing at her own idea, motioning towards his erection. "P-Please?"

Anakin blushed at the thought of her soft hands touching it, just as he had fantasized about in the past. Finally, he gave his answer...

"Y-Yeah...of course." Anakin whispered, awaiting the feeling.

Anastasia reached for his large and fully erect member, still feeling a bit intimidated by its size, but she didn't let that stop her. Gently, she grasped Anakin's erection in her small, petite hand and slowly started stroking it, causing his whole body to tense up. Anakin moaned and nearly collapsed. Anastasia's fingers were an unparalleled sensation of bliss as they stroked him.

"Ohh, Anastasia..." groaned Anakin.

His manhood was harder than ever, and the feeling of her warm fingers sliding over it was making him go crazy. Anastasia was pleased with his reaction and continued her gentle stroking. Now that she was actually getting a feel for his large member, she didn't feel as worried about it. She loved how warm it was and how hard it felt in her soft hand. He really wasn't ridiculously large, it was the perfect size, and it was turning her on even more than she already was by now.

"Enjoying this, are we?" Anastasia asked seductively, loving Anakin's reaction.

"Y-yes!" he cried out, almost breathlessly, leaning his head back. "It feels so good!"

Anastasia was very tempted to take things even further...by putting Anakin's member in her mouth... However, as much as she was interested and willing to experiment with oral sex, allowing her to pleasure Anakin even further, she thought it would be better suited for a later date rather than their first time. Instead, she continued her gentle stroking and listened to Anakin moaning in pleasure.

After a few more minutes, Anastasia finally decided to stop, as she didn't want Anakin to have his orgasm before they even got to the intercourse. Anakin was admittedly surprised that he managed to hold on for the entire time without climaxing, but now he was determined to return the favor. Taking her by surprise, Anakin laid Anastasia back down on the bed and ran his hand down her thighs until he reached her damp vagina and started rubbing it and sticking two of his fingers inside of it. She arched her back and moaned, thrusting slightly into his digit.

"Anakin!" Anastasia cried out.

He rubbed her womanhood and grinned, loving the sounds he was eliciting from her and the heat of her arousal on his fingertips. His thumb found her clit, and he rubbed it tantalizingly as the brunette-haired young woman writhed underneath him.

"Does it feel good?" Anakin teased, clearly knowing the answer.

"Y-Yes!" confirmed Anastasia. "Ani... P-Please!"

She could barely think straight with his fingers inside of her, and she could imagine how much better it would be if Anakin started licking her womanhood, but she didn't want to release just yet. She wanted them to reach their climax together, so she gently took hold of his wrist and looked into his eyes. The time for foreplay was over.

"Make love to me, Ani," she whispered. "Please..."

This was it, the moment that Anakin had been anticipating and worrying about since the start; the searing memory of Driote stealing his virginity haunted him constantly, but he wanted to make love to Anastasia so badly. Anakin smiled and covered her with his body, kissing her passionately, her breasts pressing up against his bare chest. He broke off and looked in her eyes.

"I will," said Anakin.

Anastasia could see in his eyes that Anakin was still nervous and conflicted because of the Driote experience. She knew that this would be harder for him, but, at the very least, this time Anakin was the one on top, unlike with Driote where he was basically trapped beneath her the entire time. This time, Anakin was the one in control, and, for their first time together, Anastasia wouldn't have it any other way. She gently cupped his face, taking care around his scar, and kissed him softly.

"It'll be alright, Ani... you're the one in charge this time, you have the freedom... And besides..." Anastasia placed one hand on his heart, feeling his heartbeat racing, and grabbed one of his hands with her other and placed it directly on her breast, over her heart, letting him feel her heartbeat, which was racing just as rapidly as his. "...I'm nervous, too..."

Anakin couldn't feel more blessed to have such an amazing, loving young woman giving herself to him and trying her best to make him as comfortable as possible with this. He then realized that she was even more nervous than he was, because, unlike him, this was her very first time having sex... and he thanked whatever Gods there were for letting him be the first person to make love to Anastasia instead of Prince Randolph making love to her.

And so... slowly, Anakin carefully rested his weight on his elbows and positioned himself at her entrance. Anastasia knew it was time and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible to her. The two shared one more kiss, pouring all the love they felt for each other into it. This was it. Once Anakin entered her, there was no going back. This could never be undone. Their lives would never be the same again. When they broke the kiss, Anastasia looked at him with shy eyes and a blush on her face.

"Please be gentle, Ani." she pleaded.

"I will." accepted Anakin. "I promise."

She nodded and spread her knees slightly, offering her womanhood and virginity to him. Anakin caressed her slit with the tip of his member for a moment, causing both of them to shake with anticipation. He brought his lips down on Anastasia's and, as gently as he knew how, thrust into her. He was met with resistance at first, but Anastasia nodded, telling him she was ready. Anakin pushed forward until Anastasia broke and he slid in part way. She cried out and dug her fingernails into his back. She felt the jolt of pain when he entered her for the first time. Anastasia ground her teeth as she felt Anakin sheathe slowly into her again, going farther each time until he rested all the way inside her. It hurt, more than she was expecting to.

Anakin grunted as he felt Anastasia's tight, moist and warm womanhood wrap around his manhood like a vice, reminding him of Driote's womanhood and how horrible that felt, but the deeper he went, the more he got used to it, and the more he realized how much he preferred Anastasia's vagina than Driote's - it still hurt him slightly, but it was still better. But he also knew that Anastasia was in a great deal of pain and he was responsible for it. Her fingernails digging painfully into his back also brought back painful memories of Driote, but Anakin knew that Anastasia didn't mean to hurt him, she was just trying to cope with the immense pain. It broke his heart even more to see the tears in the princess's eyes, all because of his actions. Despite Anastasia's tightness bringing back traumatic memories of Driote, he did his best to ignore them; he had to make sure his angel was okay before he continued.

"Are you...okay?" he asked, gently wiping away her tears with one hand and gently squeezing her breast with the other.

The response Anastasia gave was a moan in a mix of pain and pleasure as Anakin played with her breast, before she opened her eyes, still in pain as she slowly adjusted to Anakin's large member stretching her vaginal passage. She tried to calm herself down with deep breaths as she gradually got used to the feeling of his girth.

"Y-Yeah... just take it slow." Anastasia moaned, managing to resist the pain.

Anakin nodded, kissing her before slowly pulling his hips back until only the tip of his member was still inside her, and stopped, letting her adjust, then as gently as he could, he thrust himself back inside until he was fully inside her, and repeated this, slowly rocking his hips into hers. He grunted, her inner walls clenching and rippling around him painfully. Anastasia was so tight that it was almost too painful for him to move. The pain caused Anakin's memories of Driote to try and haunt him again, but he refused to let it stop him; he and Anastasia had both waited for this moment for too long, and he wasn't going to let his traumatic experience prevent them from expressing their love in its purest form.

Anakin continued his slow and steady pace, while Anastasia grew more and more accustomed to his sheer size, and with each thrust the pain began to fade away until there was nothing but overwhelming pleasure and satisfaction. Her pained whimpers slowly changed into beautiful, soft moans of pleasure, much to Anakin's relief.

"Oh... Oh! Ahhh... That feels...wonderful!" Anastasia mumbled in sexual enjoyment, running her fingers through Anakin's hair.

"Are you feeling better now?" asked Anakin.

"Yes... It doesn't hurt anymore." Anastasia acknowledged, before passionately kissing her lover.

Realizing that Anastasia was perfectly fine now, Anakin finally felt relaxed and began his thrusting once again; this time it was being rewarded by her beautiful, sexy moans of pleasure, encouraging him to keep going. Now that her womanhood had grown accustomed to his manhood, Anastasia bent her knees more, allowing Anakin to penetrate her even deeper. As Anakin began to increase his pace, he no longer felt any pain from the tightness of Anastasia's womanhood around his manhood. Instead, all he could feel now was immense pleasure as he rammed into her, watching as her incredible breasts bounced from the force of his every thrust. It was the most hypnotic sight he had ever witnessed, so enticing that he couldn't resist taking one of her nipples in his mouth, causing her to arch her back and cry in pleasure even more.

It then Anakin realized that he was no longer being bothered by his memories of Driote; compared to the unrelenting pain and fear he felt from Driote raping him, he felt nothing but pure pleasure and joy at how amazing it was to being making love with the woman he had truly loved his entire life. A woman who truly loved him, despite his flaws, with all her heart and soul. Fully realizing this, Anakin let go of her nipple, before deeply and passionately kissing Anastasia, who returned the kiss with just as much passion and love, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer and letting him thrust even deeper into her.

"Faster! Harder!" requested Anastasia, wanting this night to be absolutely unforgettable.

Anakin looked into her eyes and picked up the pace, sliding in and out like it was the only thing he knew how to do. He pounded into the princess as fast as possible, with her breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts, causing him to become even more aroused than he already was. They both panted as their lovemaking drove them both closer to the edge, their bodies covered in sweat, and Anakin felt himself building up to a powerful climax. Anastasia's moans of pleasure only became louder at the feeling of his hard member pounding into her at a fast, consistent pace, thrusting into her harder, deeper and faster, not holding back a single bit of his passion for her, until she felt herself tensing around him. She knew her orgasm was only moments away...

"A-Anakin! I'm close!"

"M-Me too!" Anakin added.

"Let's do it together!" moaned Anastasia, desperate for them both to have their orgasms at the same time.

Anakin leaned down, still pounding into her faster and faster, but his lips approaching hers once again. They wrapped their arms around each other and pulled in close, her breasts against his chest, as much flesh touching as they could and get as much friction going as they could produce. As their lips touched and kissed deeply, their tongues dancing and rubbing against each other inside their mouths, Anakin and Anastasia felt themselves synchronize. With a final thrust, the two lovers moaned deeply into their mouths as they finally released their individual, powerful orgasms at the same time, their entire bodies shaking with immense pleasure. It was the most beautiful and euphoric thing they had ever experienced.

At last they pulled away from their kiss, both of them desperately gasping for air and panting heavily, coming down from their combined climax. Anakin gently pulled out of her and nuzzled her nose, kissing her lightly. He rolled on his back and brought her with him to rest on top of his chest. They stared blissfully into each other's eyes, completely satisfied, content and full of love, together in their afterglow.