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"Mmm…" Nathan was holding Sydney, enjoying the feeling of her body next to his without having to worry about what time it was. "Thirsty, baby?" he asked. He only now remembered that he was trying to go downstairs for water earlier.

Sydney stretched a little, rustling the sheets. "Bit, yeah." She kissed his chest. "Want me to go?"

He smiled. "You stay right where you are." He caressed her cheek and found his boxers. He slid them on and made his way downstairs. When he reached the kitchen, he found David with Kayla in his arms, feeding her. "Oh, hey," he said, wishing for a shirt. "Didn't think anyone was up."

"Yes, well her schedule's a little thrown off today." David's voice was low, as to not disturb the baby.

Nathan went to the cabinet and grabbed a large glass, then made his way to the fridge. "Did Arlen have a good time tonight?"

"Oh, very much so. Party aside you and Sydney have made him rather giddy." He couldn't help himself as his eyes drifted over Nathan's body. "Sydney as well, I believe, hm?"

The glass was under the dispenser in the refrigerator door. Nathan smiled as he pressed it against the lever, filling it. "I like to think so," he said, trying to be humble, knowing David had heard every filthy thing he'd done to her.

"Right, well…have a good night."

"Yeah, you too." Nathan went upstairs, satisfied. He could tell that David was trying to size him up for some reason, but wasn't exactly keen on how he'd looked him over. His eyes were just a bit too focused. "Shirts from now on," he said to himself. He took a sip from the glass as soon as he'd shut Sydney's door behind him. "So, David's up with the baby."

"Oh," she said, a worried look on her face. "Should've put on my robe. He's harmless, but he likes to check out…" She groaned, embarrassed. "Sorry."

He slid back into bed, placing the glass on the nightstand. "Don't be." He pulled her to him, gently, and kissed her. "I want to make love to you."

Sydney blushed. "Nathan…"

"I was greedy earlier, Syd, and I need you to know that…"

"Oh, honey, I do…" He captured her lips again, not letting her continue. His hands glided along her skin and the kiss deepened. She could feel him harden against her again and she smiled, breaking their contact. "I turned off the monitor."

"Good." He slid his boxers off once again and, as gently as he could, got on top of her. His lips wandered her neck and his tongue tickled her collarbones. "Sydney…" She thought he was going to ask her something, or at least tell her something, but he just said her name, letting it linger in the air.

Sydney reached between them, tenderly stroking him. He closed his eyes and she watched as he ran his tongue along his lower lip; she noticed that he tended to do this a lot when they were alone. She had already had a rather euphoric evening with him, but she wanted something more intimate, as did he. Despite their agreement on safety, she was guiding him closer to her. It wasn't until the tip of his length entered her that he realized just how close they were.

"Baby…"

"Shh. I told you the likelihood already and…" She didn't finish her sentence before he eased himself the rest of the way inside her. He didn't move, but his lips did return to hers. His kisses were saying everything he wanted from her. Everything that was making him feel wonderful and terrified all over again. The people closest to them knew, were happy for them…but he wanted more and it was getting harder to push those wants aside.

When he finally began to move within her, he locked his eyes with hers. He concentrated on the feeling of his body joined with hers and he finally spoke. "You've changed my life, Syd. I never thought…I never thought I could have this…"

She ran her fingers through his hair, then along his neck and back. "I never thought I'd want it." Her hips rose to meet his, pushing him deeper. "I love…" She looked away, shy. "…when there isn't anything between us." His pace quickened, just a little.

He put his mouth next to her ear. "Nothing on earth feels better than being this close to you…I know how I sound, but you have this way of…oh…you can make me feel either like a twenty something sex god or a giant pile of sappy goo…"

"I really like…oh…uhn…" She whimpered, coming so close to release. "…goo."

"I love you." His hips were steady now, the movements fluid, and Sydney was moving in perfect time with him.

"I love you…" Their bodies fell in sync and Sydney trembled as she felt Nathan spill inside her. "…too."

Nathan left their bodies connected and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "I don't have to leave," he said smiling.

"Don't ever," Sydney whispered. Nathan shook his head and rolled, sliding from her, but keeping her in his arms. They drifted into a sound sleep…and didn't move until late in the afternoon.