.. . And falling against his chest . . . exhausted . . . Tears of joy running down his neck as I can't fight back the tears . . . any longer . . . Panting for breath . . . Arms wrapped tightly around him . . . Gently kissing his face . . . his eyes . . . his cheeks . . . His lips . . . Feeling his arms around me . . . Feeling safe, and loved and warm and happy . . . Don: I continue to hold you, gently. I stroke your face, and kiss the tears from your eyes. I stroke hip, leg, thigh. Breasts, face, neck. And hair, beautiful hair. Joan: And the tears become tears of laughter . . . as she remembers the moments of such a short time ago . . . and delights in them . . . as she delights in him . . . Don: Gently I carry you to your bed, and lay you down on it. I crawl in beside you, and continue stroking you, and kissing you. I remain with you until you fall asleep in my arms. And even after. I wish to be the first thing you see, the first thing you feel, when you awake! Joan: And how much I shall look forward to that awakening! She sleeps with her mouth turned up into a smile . . . So peaceful . . . so calm . . . so happy . . . so warm . . . Dreaming of her beautiful warrior . . . Even in her dreams, feeling his body a part of hers . . . No longer knowing where she leaves off and he begins . . . Don: M'Lady! I would lie here and watch you sleep! And in the morning, I shall kiss you awake. Slowly, gently. I shall start at your feet! Kiss your ankles. Small, light, feathery kisses. Non-disturbing kisses! How long will it take to awaken you, m'Lady of the Passionate Embrace? Joan: I shall dream of a kitten playing at my feet, and tickling them . |