Much later that day and well into the darkness of night, Dylan found herself cuddled up against Kenshi. His warm body was pressed up behind her, and Dylan was just too comfortable for him to move. Both of them had had a restless night, unable to drift off into sleep, tossing and turning. Since they couldn't sleep, they'd spent most of the time holding each other. Making love. Talking. And now that Dylan could see the alarm clock on her nightstand nearing the time he had to get up to go to work, she didn't want it to end.

"Do you really have to go?" Dylan complained, hugging the warm arms wrapped around her even tighter.

Kenshi's breath tickled her ear when he chuckled. "Unfortunately here soon. But since I took the early shift, I get off earlier than I usually do."

She sighed exaggeratedly. "I still just wish you didn't have to go."

His lips pressed against her neck softly, sending a tingle of delight up her body. "Me too. Just a few more minutes, I want to hold you."

Dylan snuggled back further against his chest. "I'd like that."

They settled back into the sheets with a contented sigh, Kenshi's free hand coming up to toy with hers. Dylan smiled, watching their fingers play with each other leisurely. Lacing their fingers together and caressing each others fingers, like some sort of intimate dance that only their hands were privy to. Though much larger than her own, his hands were extremely gentle with hers, his touches feather-like but charged. Like a storm just before the lightning strikes. An electric charge that warmed Dylan's body and senses. Watching with lazy satisfaction, she deeply inhaled the scent enveloping her. Kenshi's smell. A musky scent that was pure masculinity in its truest form, a scent that stirred wicked desires low in her belly.

They were silent for a few moments before she felt Kenshi kiss her shoulder. "How long have we been together now?"

Thinking back, Dylan scrunched her nose up in concentration. "Almost a year now I think."

"Ah yes, that sounds about right. You want to do something special for it?"

She shrugged and turned her head to look at him. "Perhaps. What'd you have in mind?"

"We could try to do something a little more traditional, since most of our dates lately have consisted of take-out and a rented movie. Well, and sex of course."

"But of course." She purred, her eyes piercing his.

Kenshi smiled. "I could take you to a nice restaurant, get flowers. Maybe buy you jewelry."

She giggled. "You know what a woman wants alright. Quite the romantic, as usual."

"Only the best for you." He replied, his lips finding the sensitive spot on the nape of her neck.

She pursed her lip out at the idea, grinning. "I like it. You could wine and dine me, lavish me with ridiculously overpriced jewelry. The whole nine yards. I'll throw on a short little dress for you, maybe even try to seduce you later. It'll be a blast."

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. "I like the sound of that. Maybe sometime this week?"

"Sounds good to me. You get off early on Friday too, don't you?"

"Uh huh." He replied with a grunt, his attentions directing back to her neck. Latching on with sudden new interest.

"Want to do it then?" She asked on a sigh, closing her eyes to enjoy the feel of Kenshi's lips doing wicked things to her neck.

"Sure... Hey, Dylan?"

"Hm?"

"I think I want you again."

"I can see that." Dylan replied, feeling his already awakened member pressing against her behind urgently. Nibbling her lower lip as she saw the look in his eye, she knew she wanted him too. She was insatiable when it came to Kenshi. She could never have enough of this man. She let out a moan as he cupped the naked curve of her breast underneath the sheets, turning her lips to his and claiming them. Lips gliding across each other sensually, Dylan leaned back into him. The softness and suppleness of his lips on hers had her gasping. On her gasp, Kenshi's sweet tongue probed into her mouth, searching desperately for her tongue. When they met, he caressed her, tasting of pure honey. One thing she could give this man, sweet lord could he kiss. His kisses were all consuming. Devouring her soul with the slightest of effort.

Heart pounding in her chest, he retreated from the recesses of her mouth, taking her lower lip in between his. How this man could simply destroy her the way he could, with a simple kiss, she'd never know for sure. All she knew was that was she was already writhing against him, desperation licking at the corners of her consciousness. The man had barely touched her, and she already felt mad with need. Kenshi's tongue lazily traced the outline of her lips, and she felt wild. Kissing her once again, his lips were suddenly demanding, asking all of her and taking everything she had to offer. A greedy kiss that seared her spirit with a raging fire.

Meanwhile, the firefighter's work-calloused fingers grazed the soft skin of her breasts, sparks of pleasure erupting each place he touched. He cupped her, the ample flesh pouring over his large hands and he growled against her. Her nipples pressed insistently into the palm of his hand, demanding his attention. The traitorous organ of hers. Had she ever wanted to even pretend to be aloof with him, her body would instantaneously betray her. Giving away her desire for him without her ever having to utter a word. Goosebumps arose across her skin, and his thumb rubbed across her sensitive nipple, earning him a helpless cry from her. Pleasure was an insignificant and trivial word compared to how he made her feel, the way his skillful fingers jolted her senses. It was a feeling that deserved a whole new word, hell, a whole new language.

His lips pulled away from hers and she whimpered with need, feeling like a wanton teenaged girl. Lustful eyes briefly met hers before his lips busied themselves by gently sucking at her collar bone, a place that would cause her to melt in his hands. She knew she'd have a mark later from it, but she didn't care. She wanted him to brand her, to show to others that she was his, and his alone. A possessiveness that she had never really know until she'd met Kenshi. But there was a lot about herself that she hadn't known until she met this incredible man. Things about both her mind, and body, that had her wanting, craving more from him. His touch was electric, sending jolts of lightning down her body, making her toes curl. It was almost unfair how he could do this to her so easily, and found herself wondering sometimes if she did the same to him. If she could tease his senses to the brink of breaking him into a million pieces, as he always seemed to do to her.

"Do you want me too?" He asked, trying to sound all dominant, but voice betrayed him and hinted at the slight vulnerability behind his question. How could he even have to ask her such a question? He had to already know the answer to that, the way her body practically threw itself at him? But Dylan always had loved that about Kenshi. That delicate naiveness that she knew stirred such love deep in her heart. The vulnerability that he only displayed around her, because she knew that he trusted her. Trusted her with his heart. And that knowledge utterly consumed her. He could try to act all rough and tough around the guys, but around her he was nothing but a teddy bear. Always placing her needs over his with such loving adoration that Dylan often wondered if she even deserved such happiness. She attempted to turn, to face him, but he held her still. Continuing to hold her on her side in a spooning position.

She bit her lower lip, a wistful look in her eyes. "Always."

He groaned at her response and lifted her leg, pulling it up and holding it there. She felt him prodding her entrance, rubbing his tip across her already soaked folds. At the feel of her wetness, Kenshi growled low in his throat, a sound that rumbled throughout his entire body, tickling her back. Nipping at her shoulder with his teeth gently, he sunk into her loving heat. Her body showing no resistance. Further and further he sunk in until he reached the hilt, seated fully inside of her, and Dylan cried out. Her lover was quite large, and he stretched her, even more than he usually did. But he held himself still inside of her, waiting for her to accustom to his thick invasion from this particular angle. They had never done it in this position, but Dylan found herself liking it immensely.

"You okay?" He whispered, sounding strained behind her. The utter tenderness in his voice touched her, and she couldn't help but to smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she did so. She turned her head back to look at him, pure carnal energy radiating from him. So much so that Dylan found herself unable to utter a word, but simply nodded and kissed his lips. He moved then, thrusting slowly into her, like he was trying to be delicate with her. She moaned in appreciation of the delicious new angle, clenching the bedsheets in her hands. With her free hand she grabbed his head and pulled it towards her lips, kissing him again with sudden ferocity that shocked even herself.

Their lips clashed, their tongues searching for each other. They slide across one another, in a sort of entranced dance that mimicked their movements down below. Her muscles clenched around him and Kenshi groaned loudly into her mouth, with her drinking in his voice. Her leg strained in the air, already exhausted in its awkward position up above. But Kenshi pulled it forward so as to help it relax, hooking his arm around it to ease her effort. A thoughtful move that was just so purely Kenshi that even in her daze of passion. His lips formed the words 'my angel' against hers, causing her to smile.

She whimpered his name, feeling as his restraint broke from behind her. His fingers dug into her leg, and he began pumping into her more intensely, more sporadically. He was lost in her, lost in his passion for her. The heightened pace pushed him even deeper inside of her, and his member repeatedly hit up against her most sensitive spot. Kenshi uttered a swear under his breath, a rarity that had somehow managed to turn her on even more. Her breathing quickened, and suddenly there wasn't enough oxygen in the room, only the sensations overcoming her body.

Tension began to build inside her, and she knew she was close. So damned close that she could taste it. She strained against Kenshi, wondering distantly if he was feeling as incredible and euphoric as she. Then, like a blade cutting through a wire, the tension snapped and it slammed into her. She cried out his name in ecstasy and continuously repeated it, chanting it loudly as she came. His name an answered prayer. White light clouded her vision, marvelous sensations wracking her entire body. The pleasure was just so intense that she felt like singing, like crying, like dancing, all at the same time. No, pleasure wasn't the word for it. No word in the English language came even close to what she felt in the moment, something only this man could give her. This man that she loved with her heart and soul. Nothing else could ever compare. Kenshi bucked against her, and she heard as he too was overcome with release, gasping with jubilant pleasure.

They both collapsed against the bed, panting as Kenshi released her leg, letting it fall lazily to the bed. Dylan began to giggle, the sensations so intense that it had simply amazed her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as they fought to catch their breaths, happy tears that often happened after they made love. Although she really shouldn't have surprised all that much. Kenshi was an adept lover, and always left her body weak from incontestable pleasure. Why Kenshi wasn't more cocky about his... abilities... she would never know. But then again, she wasn't sure Kenshi even knew how to be cocky. Her eye lids started to feel increasingly heavy, and she breathed deeply, feeling Kenshi chuckle behind her.

"You sleep, I have to get ready for work. I'll see you tonight honey." He whispered, pressing a kiss against her cheek before moving away. She went to protest, a sudden chill as his warm body left her side, but sleep quickly overtook her.