Theme Song: I Can't Stop This feeling (Vonda Sheppard)
She was sleeping against his side, her head nestled into the pillow above his shoulder, one leg resting between his, one hand protectively over his heart. He smiled and let his eyes shut again. If he was dreaming he wanted to stay that way. But he couldn't resist and opened his eyes again, watching her in awe. Her body rose and fell with each breath above the thin covers gathered over their waists.
"Good morning." She whispered, kissing his neck beneath his ear, cause it was the closest thing to her lips.
He turned his head to see her, "Good morning," his kiss lingered.
"Very." She grinned. "Can I wake up like this everyday?" she shut her eyes and nestled closer to him.
"Yes." His voice almost gave way as he spoke into her hair, pulling her on top of him.
"Good." She drifted back to sleep.
He smiled, surprised at the emotion welling in the back of his throat.
When she woke he was sleeping but his arms were still wrapped tightly around her. She kissed a trail from his chest, where her head lay to his lips. He was awake by the time she got there. It was bright outside and half the day was gone. But if it weren't for audible hunger pains they would have laid there all day.
"You're stunning in the morning." He turned on his side as she rolled off him. "I've wanted to tell you all week."
She was grinning and speechless, kissing him again and again. "I'll be right back." She slipped out of his arms and off the bed, taking the covers with her, holding them around her shoulders like a cape.
"Hey!" he grabbed the covers and pulled her back with them. She laughed and let them go, disappearing into the bathroom. He pulled on his shorts and looked around their room. It was a mess, he laughed. He lay back in bed, the covers carelessly bunched to one side.
She reappeared in his robe and turned on the electric jug before sitting beside him on the bed. "Good morning." She smiled.
He sat up before replying with a lingering kiss and slipping his hands around her waist.
"You know they're all going to say 'I told you so' back home?" she couldn't stop smiling.
"They can say what they like. And they usually do." He caressed her face adoringly and pulled her back into bed.
"You know, I can think of one good way that I won't freak out tomorrow." She put her book back on her lap. They'd moved the cane sofa from their room out the front door onto the small deck. Mark had his feet up on the banister and his arm along the back. Susan was leaning against the armrest, her legs resting on his lap.
"What's that?" he was playing with ice cubes from the bottom of his orange juice and dropped one on her leg.
She gasped.
"Oh, sorry." He grabbed it laughing and put it back in his glass.
"Mark, that's gross." She laughed, "You're going to eat that aren't you?"
"Yup." He kissed the wet trail on her leg that was already warm. "It's all the same to me.
She shook her head, smiling.
"So what's your plan for tomorrow?" he turned to her.
"Oh, well it's simple really. We could just not leave. Start up a private practice here and live happily ever after, or something."
He smiled at her adoringly. "Appealing."
"Or you could just kiss me every time I freak out. Keep me busy." She grinned wickedly.
"I think I can handle that. Wait, how long is the flight?"
She slapped him playfully with her book. She'd read all of three pages in the past hour.
"I'm kidding." He defended himself, still laughing.
She was sleeping against his side, her head nestled into the pillow above his shoulder, one leg resting between his, one hand protectively over his heart. He smiled and let his eyes shut again. If he was dreaming he wanted to stay that way. But he couldn't resist and opened his eyes again, watching her in awe. Her body rose and fell with each breath above the thin covers gathered over their waists.
"Good morning." She whispered, kissing his neck beneath his ear, cause it was the closest thing to her lips.
He turned his head to see her, "Good morning," his kiss lingered.
"Very." She grinned. "Can I wake up like this everyday?" she shut her eyes and nestled closer to him.
"Yes." His voice almost gave way as he spoke into her hair, pulling her on top of him.
"Good." She drifted back to sleep.
He smiled, surprised at the emotion welling in the back of his throat.
When she woke he was sleeping but his arms were still wrapped tightly around her. She kissed a trail from his chest, where her head lay to his lips. He was awake by the time she got there. It was bright outside and half the day was gone. But if it weren't for audible hunger pains they would have laid there all day.
"You're stunning in the morning." He turned on his side as she rolled off him. "I've wanted to tell you all week."
She was grinning and speechless, kissing him again and again. "I'll be right back." She slipped out of his arms and off the bed, taking the covers with her, holding them around her shoulders like a cape.
"Hey!" he grabbed the covers and pulled her back with them. She laughed and let them go, disappearing into the bathroom. He pulled on his shorts and looked around their room. It was a mess, he laughed. He lay back in bed, the covers carelessly bunched to one side.
She reappeared in his robe and turned on the electric jug before sitting beside him on the bed. "Good morning." She smiled.
He sat up before replying with a lingering kiss and slipping his hands around her waist.
"You know they're all going to say 'I told you so' back home?" she couldn't stop smiling.
"They can say what they like. And they usually do." He caressed her face adoringly and pulled her back into bed.
"You know, I can think of one good way that I won't freak out tomorrow." She put her book back on her lap. They'd moved the cane sofa from their room out the front door onto the small deck. Mark had his feet up on the banister and his arm along the back. Susan was leaning against the armrest, her legs resting on his lap.
"What's that?" he was playing with ice cubes from the bottom of his orange juice and dropped one on her leg.
She gasped.
"Oh, sorry." He grabbed it laughing and put it back in his glass.
"Mark, that's gross." She laughed, "You're going to eat that aren't you?"
"Yup." He kissed the wet trail on her leg that was already warm. "It's all the same to me.
She shook her head, smiling.
"So what's your plan for tomorrow?" he turned to her.
"Oh, well it's simple really. We could just not leave. Start up a private practice here and live happily ever after, or something."
He smiled at her adoringly. "Appealing."
"Or you could just kiss me every time I freak out. Keep me busy." She grinned wickedly.
"I think I can handle that. Wait, how long is the flight?"
She slapped him playfully with her book. She'd read all of three pages in the past hour.
"I'm kidding." He defended himself, still laughing.