"Do you like it?" he asked.

She looked at him and nodded.

"I fixed it when Wendy left. I shared a room with the boys before." He said.

"Then I felt like... like I needed my own room." He said.

She smiled and walked to the bed. She pushed on it with her palm.

"It's quite comfortable." He said.

She sat down and bounced on it. She smiled. Peter smiled weakly. She laid down and sighed with relief. Peter stood ridged. Not sure what was proper or improper in such a situation.

"You can lie down Peter. I don't snore." She said. He smiled and laid down on his side facing her. She returned the smile lovingly. He wished she'd lie on his shoulder again. Wished she'd breathe on his skin. He swallowed nervously.

"Is something wrong?" she asked. He smiled and shook his head. She smirked and scooted closer to him. Her breath brushed across his skin and he sighed with relief. She looked up at him with confusion.

"Does that bother you..." she asked moving away a little.

"No... no..." he protested scooting closer to her. "I... I like it when... when you breath on my... my skin." He said. She smiled.

He swallowed nervously. She put her arms around his stomach cautiously. He scooted closer to her, putting his arm around her waist. She rested her head against his chest. Her breath made goose bumps raise all over his body. He smiled.

"Good night Peter." She said.

"Good night Moria." He said.

Then slowly they drifted off to sleep. Peter dreaming about the crazed sensations that ran through out his body and Moria dreaming of what she could do to cause the sensations.