AN: Yes yes, I know I promised another chapter to Coming Home
a while ago...Unfortunately, real life has once again interfered
and I have had a bit of writers block with it...This is a little
short that needed to come out of my head during spring break...
Hope it can hold you over for a while :) Visit my website!

I snuggled closer to the warm body holding mine before I
snapped awake, realizing that my bare breasts were pressed
against the other person's bare skin. Relaxing when I realized
who it was, I let my eyes travel across his sleeping face. Across
the chiseled nose. The eyelids that cover those eyes I love. Over
the highlights that the sun peeping though the blinds bring out of
his hair. The hair that I continuously ran my fingers through as
he suckled... I blanched when I realized what we had done the
night before.

I carefully untangle myself from his arms, so not to wake him,
and reach for the nearest article of clothing, which happens
to be his shirt. Closing it with whatever buttons are left, I
stand up and carefully walk to the balcony, the soreness in my
abdomen making me walk slowly. I quietly step out into the
morning. I don't really worry what anyone else sees since I
am decently covered. His being nearly a foot taller than me
leaves his shirt hanging nearly to my knees.

I wrap my arms around my body and gaze out into the sunrise.
God what have I done? Strangely though, I don't feel any
tears prickling at my eyes. I sense the balcony door slide
open. I am instantly warm when he steps up behind me and
pulls me into his embrace, my back resting against his bare
chest.

Nuzzling the crook my neck, he murmurs, "I got worried when
I woke up and you weren't there."

How can I tell him that I needed some time to collect myself
after coming to the realization that I had given him a part
of myself? A part of myself that I could never have back?
Something that would be only his, forever, and that I could
never give to anyone else? But now, with his arms back around
me, I realize that it doesn't really matter. I love him,
although it was not time for him to hear those words. Only
when both of us were ready to say and hear those words will
I tell him.

When I don't respond to his question, I fell him tense up
behind me. "Honey, I didn't hurt you did I? Was I too rough?
I swear, I didn't know that you had never..."

I cut him off when I turn in his embrace and plant a butterfly
kiss on his lips, followed by one on each eyelid in an attempt
to rid them of that concerned look they hold. I rest my head
against his chest and wrap my arms around his waist.

Nothing about his gentle lovemaking was rough. I course I was
a little sore... It was my first time. I knew it would hurt,
but God knows, it was so worth it. To be one with him for that
moment...

Planting a kiss on his chest, I raise my face towards his and
seeing that his is still worried, I let my fingers trace
across the stubble grazing his cheek before assuring him
that I am fine.

At that, he got that boyish glint in his eye before literally
sweeping me off my feet and moving me to the bed. "Don't move
a muscle." He told me before disappearing into the bathroom.

About 10 minutes later, he reappears, that boyish grin back
on his face. I squeal when he picks me up, spinning around
before he carries me into the bathroom. Once again, he makes
me loose my breath, and it is at times like these that I fall
in love with him all over again.