Word to my reviewer: I can't tell you how surprised I am that someone actually read and reviewed this. So here's a little something for you, guaranteed to be 100 nitpicked.

Disclaimer: (because I forgot it the first time) I don't own Guys and Dolls. If I did, I'd be constructing a living replica of Runyonland and spending the rest of my days there. Also, if anyone can come up with a better title (because, frankly, the one I have here sucks like a brand-new vacuum cleaner), please let me know.

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When I woke up, it was already dark outside. I was in bed, under the covers, and Sky was curled up beside me, fast asleep. I couldn't help smiling at him. Sky Masterson, the highest player in New York, looked so innocent when he was asleep that it was hard to believe he had ever been different. I leaned close and lightly kissed his lips.

A few snuffles brought him back to life, and he began kissing me back. A light smile touched his lips as we parted. "Nice way to wake up."

I laughed softly and pulled him close. "I wouldn't mind waking up like that every day."

"I'll remember that." He ran a hand through his hair. "I just meant to lie down with you for a few minutes... must have been at least a few hours."

"I like having you here." I pulled the covers closer around us—the night had grown considerably cooler while I slept—and kissed him again. "You're warm. Very comfortable."

"My only purpose in life is to make you comfortable? I feel so used," he replied with a mock pout.

"And to be loved by me. That, too."

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead and pulled me close to him, clasping his hands behind my back. "I've missed you. This bed isn't the same when I'm the only person in it." A sudden mischievous look crossed his face, and he abruptly wrapped his arm behind my head and kissed me deeply, running his fingertips lightly up and down my spine. A shudder ran through my body, partly from his touch and partly from my surprise.

When he let me go, I was gasping for breath. A slow smile spread across my face. "Forward tonight, aren't you?"

"That's the other thing I've missed." He grinned and kissed me again--not quite as long this time, but he made his point. I began to undo the buttons on his shirt.

I couldn't help but notice, as our clothes fell away and our bodies intertwined, how many of the nuances of making love to him I had forgotten. The heat of his body, his hands on my bare skin --I remembered that well enough. But I had never really noticed, or taken so much pleasure in, his racing pulse against my lips as I kissed his neck; the feel of his hair as I ran my fingers through his thick, soft locks; the way he looked - so smooth and pale - in the faint glow from the window...or how good he made me feel, beyond physical sensation, beyond carnal desire, because I loved him so much...

Hours later, I lay in his arms, held against his warm, naked body, listening to his slowing heartbeat. He kissed my forehead and brushed a few stray hairs from my cheek, smiling contentedly.

I returned his smile. "I love you."

"Love you too..." he murmured, drifting off into slumber. I kissed him lightly, causing him to smile in his sleep, before laying my head beside his and falling asleep myself.