Two hearts beating, the only sound, the slight yet relaxed rhythmical breathing of two souls in the half light afforded by the red numerals on the digital clock. In another time it would have been the muted mechanical ticking of a mantle clock or grandfather clock that tapped out the time in a comfortable yet strangely familiar beat. In this digital age it would appear that this would be a poor substitute yet at the same time this is a warm, embracing and friendly light that softens the darkness, and enhances the warmth.
Two lovers lie embraced closer to each other than the air that surrounds them, limbs entangled in a soft embrace that just whispers contentment and security and breathes safety. The rhythmic rise and fall of their chests belying the deep level of relaxation that surrounds each separately and of them together. Not a line of stress, not a trace of tension anywhere to be found. This bed in this room like a safe harbor protected from the ravages of the outside waters of the world- where currents and waves rage against the rocks of the outer reef.
Safe, warm, heavy and relaxed, and they both know this feeling from many times before so they know that they can achieve this ultimate state of being again and again by merely melting into each other.
The soft flickering of the red digits on the clock seems to beat out the timing of the George Michael song softly playing on the player as the sweet melody swirls, surrounds and caresses their nakedness, like an old friend keeping watch around them protecting them from the dark.
He stirs, slowly but deliberately raises up onto one elbow making sure not to disturb so that he may better see the face of his partner, who sleeps. The fine features outlined by the soft light reflected off the walls. He reaches out and with an outstretched palm he traces the soft cheek, never touching the skin but imparting heat and some of his own personal energy to the sleeping girl. Slowly past the cheek, a finger traces the line of her lips and over her chin across her gently rising chest, with his lightly cupped palm coming to rest less than an inch from the shoulder closest to him. She moves imperceptibly as if she senses the "near touch", maybe it is just the tingle of closeness that disturbs. Down over the gentle shoulders along the arm to the hip that has been gently pushed back to meet his as they lie spooned together.
Gently, ever so softly the palm descends and touches skin, electric like pulses gently surge up through his arm and he is sure it touches his heart. His breath quickens and he trembles at the touch of her. The promise of her softness permeates the air.
She moves without opening her eyes yet her lips part slightly and the breath she has held escapes with a low, sensual sigh. Moving his hand as if it were resting on a bed of fine silk he traces her hips, her soft stomach and her upper thighs. The site of their earlier lovemaking is still sensitive to even the lightest touch. She moves more and turns to allow his hand greater access to those parts of her that cry out for passionate and tender touch leading to her ultimate release.
