"You still have time to sleep," Alfred whispered.

"How did you know? I only opened my eyes," Aurora whispered, her fingers gently scratching his chest. She hadn't realized that he slept with his shirt off. The realization that she had slept with her cheek resting against his chest, skin on skin warmed her.

"I can feel you. Always," he whispered, stroking her blonde curls. She sat up, her long golden strands falling out of his reach.

"Alfred?" She asked softly. In the moonlight, he could see the flickering of her hazel eyes. "May I ask..."

"Anything," he whispered.

"What do I feel like to you?"

"Did you ever see fireworks?"

"Of course," she giggled. "I'm like fireworks?"

"You feel like waiting for them. And when you don't notice my stares or don't touch me, it's like seeing those fireworks that don't fully bloom against the sky."

"And when I touch you?" She whispered, her long fingers brushing his arms. She felt the goosebumps spreading across her skin like wildfire. It was useless to pretend otherwise, she knew he felt her body react, maybe more than she did.

"When you touch me, the fireworks are so intense I can feel the boom in my chest. Your touch lights up the sky."

"Do you feel this way about all women?" She couldn't resist asking.

"I don't think I've ever experienced anything the way I do with you..."

She cupped his face, kissing him before she gave it much thought. She knew she'd chicken out like she always had.

Having seen her so frightened last night, Alfred wanted nothing more than to protect her and hold her, even if only for a short time, he lifted her body, amazed someone so strong and powerful was so light. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he held her, his lips never parting with hers. She made soft moans that sounded like light hums to him. He wondered if he'd ever love a noise so intensely.

When he carried her to the bed, she surprised him, taking control. She slid her nightgown off, exposing herself. She blushed, watching his reaction. She loved the way he looked at her, like she was all he could see.

Feeling a combination of beautiful and powerful, she straddled him, moaning softly at how he felt. His description was perfect because fireworks were all she felt with him. She placed her hands on his thighs, leaning back to ease him deeper inside her. She kept her eyes open the tiniest sliver, watching the way he watched her. With any other man, she'd think he was watching her breasts. But Alfred, she knew, was watching her. All of her. Thinking of how deep inside her soul he could see sent her over the edge. He held her hips, steadying her as she hit her peak. As he held her, she felt him do the same, emptying himself inside her as her body tried to regain its composure.

She panted, lowering herself into his arms. "I felt them," she whispered. "I felt the fireworks."