A/N: I couldn't get the other part of this piece out of my head. It was supposed to be a one-shot. Oh, well. If this fic were an earthquake, chapter one would be the "P wave" and this would be the "S wave" (sorry...currently taking geology). Lets see how much damage this S wave can do. Thanks for the reviews! I am so grateful that you took the time to read and respond!

3 SJR

It's cold in here. Colder than I thought it would be.

Could be because I didn't bother to put any clothes on. No matter.

I pad over to the couch and grab an afghan that is lying across the furniture's arm. I throw it around myself. I make my way back into the kitchen and lean back against the counter while I wait for our coffee to finish brewing.

My thoughts drift back to the previous night and I can't help the goofy grin that spreads across my face.

I would have thought that copious amounts of alcohol would have been needed to make what happened...well, happen.

But no. It was so much more natural than that...more fluid.

It was just another movie night...until suddenly, it was much more.

We had already (albeit unknowingly) built a bridge between what we had as friends and what we could have as partners, lovers, and soul-mates. It was just a matter of walking across the sturdy structure.

I can't remember who initiated it. To be honest, I don't really care.

All I do care about is the fact that she is still in my bed; happy, satisfied, safe...completely naked.

A shiver races down my spine and then back up seconds later. It brings with it an onslaught of pleasant sensations to my already pleasure-over-loaded brain. My toes curl, my fingers tingle, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

I take in a slow breath to try and regain a composure that I'm not sure I've had since before we interrupted our movie last night.

I turn back around and grab two coffee mugs. I pour and start to prepare our morning beverages.

I feel two hands touch each of my shoulders and slowly stroke up and down my arms.

Well, she's not in bed anymore. The thought makes me a little sad.

Then she presses herself fully into my back, wraps her arms around my waist, and kisses some skin that has been left exposed at my neck.

I reach my hands behind me and give her hips a gentle squeeze.

I smile. She's definitely still happy, satisfied...and completely naked.

I turn in her arms, cup her face with both of my hands, and give her the most loving kiss I am capable of. I pull back to look at the most amazing sight in front of me.

She is sleep mussed. Her hair is unruly, she has sleep in the outer corner of one of her eyes, and there are still some impressions on her skin from the bed linen.

I may have taken the opportunity to lovingly jab at her adorable appearance if it hadn't been for her eyes.

Those eyes are on fire. She is looking at me and my body begins to bake from the inside out. My blood is suddenly carbonated and it causes every inch of my skin to tingle.

It's hot in here. Much hotter than I remember it being.

Well, she's happy and naked anyway. I think its safe to take 'satisfied' off the table.

Speaking of table.

I let my hands glide down her body to rest on her backside. I walk her backwards toward the table that is much too far away for my liking; although it is only a few feet.

We reach our destination and I help her up onto the (more than likely) cold surface.

I step in as close as I can and press my forehead to hers. My hands come to rest on her thighs and I revel in the silky skin beneath my palms. I close my eyes and take a moment to just breathe her in.

She smells like me. I smell like her. Between the two of us, we have created a scent that is all our own. It is ours and no one else gets to experience it.

I take a moment more to breathe us in.

I feel her slip the afghan from my shoulders and my skin breaks out in gooseflesh. A little from the chilly air, a lot from the increased skin to skin contact.

"I missed you"

I open my eyes in awe and fascination.

Her groggy voice is like a thousand symphonies playing the sweetest melody in flawless harmony.

I must look dumbfound. I feel my jaw hanging a little slack and I blatantly stare...I can't speak. I won't. Maybe if I stay perfectly still, this dream will never end. Maybe if I stay perfectly silent, she will bless my ears with a few more words.

Her brow furrows in slightly confused amusement and a small smile graces her lips.

She strokes my hip with one hand and brings the other up to cup my cheek. I carefully lean my face into the contact, but never take my eyes off of hers.

I'm waiting. She's waiting. I'm praying.

Praying...praying...praying...

"Take me back to bed."

A miracle. All my prayers answered in five words. All I have ever wanted and more.

The smile I give her must be a real winner.

Her eyes widen and she lets out a light puff of air. I have taken her breath away.

I help her off the hard surface she is perched on. When both her feet are on the floor, I intertwine our fingers and kiss her.

I am giving thanks. I am thanking this deity before me for answering my silent pleas.

We pull apart an inch or two.

"I love you."

Her eyes drop to my lips. I have to wonder if this is a mirror image of how I looked when she spoke.

She leans forward, angles her face down, and places a soft kiss directly over my heart, then places her ear over that same spot. She brings one hand up again, to wrap around the back of my neck. Her thumb tenderly caresses my jawline.

I get the message, loud and clear.

She loves me. I have no doubt. She has given voice to the statement many times during the past several hours. She doesn't need to now.

I slowly turn away from her but keep a hold of her hand.

With the most amazing creature I have ever or will ever come across in my life in tow, I forge my way to the bedroom. Back to our bed...to the blessed alter where I can properly worship my own personal goddess.