She had only been dozing, but all the same was startled at Ryan's arm landing on top of her. Slowly she turned over and nodded,
"Yes, it's me." She sat up and faced the silhouette of his figure; defined by his ruffled hair and broad, muscular shoulders.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't sleep. I keep going over things in my head, and it just makes it worse." Her voice was barely audible, but Ryan made sure that he heard every word by breathing softly. He tentatively reached out a hand to her, resting it on her shoulder. This was different from the other times he had comforted her. Not only was the setting different, but the atmosphere between them was too.
"You don't have to apologise to me, Kirsten." He whispered back, his voice shaking slightly.
"Thanks, Ryan. Sometimes…people just need to escape. For some reason, I feel I can over here." Her voice was still soft, and he nodded back.
"I understand. I've spent my whole life trying to escape from people, from places and things. You know, we have much more in common than you would think. The kid from Chino and the Newport homecoming Queen both always trying to escape from something." She smiled and shuffled towards him, pulling him into a warm embrace. They stayed as they were for what seemed like hours, until Kirsten dropped her arms and brought her face round to meet Ryans. She was close enough for him to feel her breath on his face, and each further exhale of air afforded them a few extra seconds close together. Someone was going to have to move away, but neither wanted to break the enchanting spell hanging over them.
With one final lock of eyes, Kirsten recognised the time as now, and whispered,
"Escape with me then." Leaning in slowly, she pressed her lips to Ryans, her eyes closing as a wave of relief washed over her. Her action took him by surprise, but it was a pleasant one. He brought his hands up to cup her face as he returned the kiss, his tongue slipping inside her mouth, dancing with hers. He slid his hands through her hair, pushing her gown off her shoulders and allowing it to fall down to her middle. She was breathtaking, and he found himself struck dumb as he took her all in. She always looked so immaculate, and oozed a certain appeal wherever she went. Yet here she was now, virtually naked in his bed, and he couldn't even find words to describe her beauty. Actions would speak louder tonight.
Guiding her onto her back, he began tracing his hands across her body, his lips following with gentle kisses, making her skin tingle with anticipation of where they would touch next. She let herself relax into him, enjoying the way he kissed her, leaving no area untouched. When he was satisfied that he had covered her whole body leaving her skin with goose bumps, he moved back up and kissed her again, this time with more passion. His desire for her was immense, and with minimal encouragement he eased himself tenderly inside her. Kirsten gasped with delight, her hands firmly on his back as her perfectly manicured nails began to dig into him. His hands still wandered over her body, and her moans in response as he touched her in all the right places sent shivers down his spine. With one final thrust he pushed Kirsten over the edge of control; her back arched and he could feel every muscle contracting through her as she screamed out in ecstasy. He too found his body shuddering as he let out a deep groan, satisfied in the knowledge that were are both fulfilled.
As they lay in the bed, he draped his arm over Kirsten's body, keeping her close to him, protecting her. Both minds raced with thoughts, emotions and flashbacks, yet neither one spoke. There was no need. It had felt so right, for both of them. Here were two individuals, brought together by the demise of relationships with others around them, and who had found in each other a connection. And from the moment Kirsten had kissed Ryan, it had never felt uncomfortable, or awkward. It was a feeling that neither could describe, but wouldn't forget. They both fell asleep, content in each others company until morning.