They're in their room, around 2 in the morning.

The party finished a while ago but they stayed and talked about what happened.

They're feeling a lot of things but right now, right now, what they're feeling is complete and utter bliss.

"Artie, can you help me with my dress?" Anya asks as she stands in front of the mirror.

Artie walks over to her and slowly pulls down her dress.

He's kissing the back of her shoulders.

Her body is burning with desire and she quickly looks from the mirror to their bed.

She wants him.

He's trailing his fingers down her smooth naked back as he kisses her neck.

He's setting her on fire and she can feel his want behind her.

Her dress falls away into a pile at her feet.

She moans and leans back when Artie sucks on her neck and his hands are touching her breasts.

She can feel the cloth wrapped around his wrist but she doesn't care.

She wants him.

He's cupping her breast and she feels his want pressing against her back.

Instinctively, she presses her back into him and he groans.

His hands go down her stomach.

His lips are kissing her shoulders again.

His hands goes further down and pushes her into him.

They moan.

"Artie..." she can't even breath right.

She can't wait.

She turns around and whispers in his ear. "Complete our fantasies, Artie."

She takes off his clothes, leaving him in his boxers and she in her underwear.

She pulls him into bed and he crawls over her.

No more words are spoken.

His hands roam her body and she's pressing up against him.

They continue touching and igniting each other with gasps and moans and groans.

When the final barrier of clothing is gone, he moves in her.

They've missed this. They've missed each other.

They need each other right now, more than ever.

They move in and out of each other.

Their feelings pour into each other as they move and hold each other desperately.

They've been through a lot.

They need each other.

They love each other.

When it is over and they're hugging each other with the covers over them, they slowly fall asleep, holding each other tightly, afraid the other might disappear.

They don't realize that Anya has been carrying life inside of her for a while.

But they will realize soon enough.

Their love has created an heir to the throne.