A.N. No beta on this one therefore all mistakes are mine. I also think it is slightly different from what I have written before, so I'm anxious to know what you all think of it.

She is woken from her peaceful slumber by the lightest of caresses. Not wanting the moment to end, she holds her breath, hoping he won't notice that she is no longer sleeping. Seconds later it's clear that he has no intentions of letting her rest, as his hand moves over her body. She can't help but wonder at how soft his skin is. How, in spite of the calluses he has acquired from years of guitar playing, his touch is gentle. It is also addictive.

Over the last few months, he has dedicated many hours to the task of learning all of her body's secrets. He knows that she is extremely ticklish around her elbows, that she has a scar on the sole of her right foot from a childhood accident and that she is still trying to hide a small tattoo from her parents.

He loves listening to the change in her breathing, hearing the soft moans that escape whenever his hands are joined, or replaced, by his lips. Taking a quick glance at his girl, he sees how valiantly she is trying to stay silent. Her eyes remain closed while she bites down on her bottom lip. It is a sight that makes his heart skip. It also makes him double his efforts, the slight flush to her cheeks a clear indication of what she needs.

She is burning up. The combination of having him so close to her along with the chaos his touch is causing to her nervous system is intoxicating. She is having trouble catching her breath, as the boy she has given her heart to continues to worship her body. There are no words she can speak that could ever hope to describe the sparks he's igniting on her skin. Then he reaches an especially sensitive area, one that ensures she is no longer able to think at all. Instead she is swept away, lost to the sensations his touch has created.

Minutes pass, although to her mind they may as well be hours. Slowly emerging from a sensual haze that leaves her craving more of his incendiary caresses, she finds that not only is she wrapped up in his arms, but he has also created a cocoon for them amongst the bed sheets.

Here for the first time he truly opens up to her, whispering secrets that he has never told anyone, but has no hesitiation sharing with her. He looks for nothing in return. She has already given him so much, would do anything for him and that is why he loves her.

Just as she loves him.

Unconditionally.

A.N. I can honestly say I have no real idea of how I came to write this, so any comments or reviews you leave are most welcome. ~Carrie