Title: A very long day

Author: AnitaB

Chapter 8 (Epilogue?): (In the light of day)

Tru was so beautiful, lying here, sleeping in his arms. Too beautiful a sight to sleep through himself. At least not yet. /Tru loves me.../ Cuddling her closer against his chest, Davis buried his face in her hair, loving the sleepy tightening of her arms around him and the soft glide of her cheek along his. "My sweet Tru."

Wrapped in the heat of her love and her touch, Davis slowly gave into exhaustion, sleeping at last.

Sunlight heated his eyelids. But it was something else that warmed his lips and the skin of his chest. And Davis remembered everything. Every little touch and shiver and kiss. He remembered the feel of Tru shattering in his arms, hearing the most beautiful words in the world on her lips.

Keeping his eyes closed, Davis ran one hand up her back to tangle in her hair, deepening this beautiful kiss. He loved this, the way her body pressed tighter along his, the stroke of her hands over his jaw. Davis could kiss Tru like this forever.

"Hmm," Pulling back from his lips, Tru leaned on his chest and smiled down at him. "Well, Davis?"

He got lost in the sight of her for a moment, loving the warmth in her brown eyes. Her lips were kiss-swollen, begging for another. Her hair was tangled from his fingers, falling forward to brush his shoulder. Her voice was soft and warm, as inviting as her skin bare against his hands. Voice... words... /oh, yeah./ "Well, Tru, it's morning. You're here in my arms. And I remember everything." On their own, his hands pulled her closer, flattening against her back. "I remember the taste of your kiss, the way you say my name. The feel of you trembling around me." Pulling her even closer, Davis claimed her lips in a warm, soft kiss. "I remember that you love me."

Tru melted into his arms, capturing his mouth with an eager tongue and a breathless groan. And Davis simply melted, warming one hand along the length of her thigh as the other fisted in her hair. He could get lost in her, lost in the feel of her body settling over his. Davis groaned as her knee crossed his hips, pressed the heat of her against him. "Davis,"

He could get lost in the sound of her voice. "Tru," Davis caught her at the hip, pushing her away the few inches he needed to think. "And I remember something you don't."

She was breathless, leaning towards his lips with heat in her eyes. "And what is that, Davis?" The way her leg hooked around his made his heart race.

"That your brother is going to call you later today." Davis paused, his hand helping her hips move back flat against his. "And the favor he asked me for last night."

Her gasp made his eyes fall closed for a second. "What... ah... what did Harrison want from you?"

Davis couldn't believe he was saying it, but the contented sprawl of her body against his seemed to give him courage. Cupping her cheek, he brushed a short kiss on her lips before meeting her eyes. "He... he asked me ... for a niece."

Nerves all over his body unwound at the reaction he watched cross her face and felt move through her body. Tru smiled, relaxed against his chest, and laughed. "That's my brother, says what he thinks. But..." She leaned closer, her fingers running over his beard and through his hair. "He's got a good idea there. A baby girl with your eyes..."

She was trying to kill him, she had to be. Because his heart was about to burst out of his chest and it was all the fault of the woman in his arms, touching him. "As long as she has your smile, Tru, she'll have her daddy wrapped around her little finger." Rubbing all ten of his fingers up her back, Davis met her simply gorgeous smile with an eager curve of lips.

"You mean like her mommy does..." Davis adored the pleased lilt in her voice and the sweet way her arms curled around his neck. "Go on, Davis, you haven't said it this morning. Tell me again."

He thought about pretending to not know what she meant, but didn't. Davis couldn't tell her this enough after so long holding back. Helping her body straddle his, he smiled up into her eyes. "I love you, Tru Davies, so much."

Her hands found his jaw as her head dipped. "I love you, too, Davis." He groaned, meeting her kiss with an eager glide of tongue. Davis could never get enough of her kiss or her love.

The End (at least for now).