"Amazing."
"What's amazing?"
"Lying in bed with you in my arms," he smiled. "I feel so alive, even though I've had no sleep."
"Why couldn't you sleep?"
"It seemed to be such a waste, when I could watch you sleeping."
"That's so sweet," she cooed. "I have always wished this could happen to me."
"I like the sound of your breathing -- so relaxed and at peace."
"I like the way the moonlight filters in through the window-cracks," she said and snuggled closer to him. "It reminds me of your smile."
"How does it remind you of my smile?"
"It makes me think of the way you fall into a smile when you're kissing me."
"What else do you like?"
"I like the way you brush back my hair with your fingertips, while I'm pretending to sleep."
"You mean you weren't sleeping either, young lady?"
"No. I was just keeping the butterflies in my stomach nervous and giddy. It felt so natural."
"As natural as the way our legs tangle beneath the sheets?"
"Yes. I also love the way our fingers crawl beneath those sheets...and where they crawl to too," she giggled and leaned across to kiss him. "You know what?"
"What?"
"When I kiss you, it always feels as if we are falling back into a long learned habit."
"I could fall in love with you so easily."
"I already have," she grinned.
"Falling in love with yourself might be considered a little egocentric."
"Stop misconstruing me, you pig."
"Oink."
"See you even snort sweetly: how can I help but love you."
"Oink; Oink!"
"There could, of course, be too much of a good thing."
"I could never get enough of you, pet."
"You'll get used to having me; but I will never reconcile myself to the sheer pleasure of your company."
"Will you reconcile love and lust instead?"
"Well, I seem to have managed to make my way north to your abode and your bed, regardless of other entanglements."
"We seem to be very nicely entangled here."
"We do. And I more than like our present situation," she smiled. "It feels as if I can finally put the past to rest without having to feel guilty for it."
"You're here to solely ease your guilt, pet?"
"Of course not; why are you so damnably provocative? "
"Because teasing you is just so wonderful."
"I like your teasing."
"That's a dangerous admission."
"I can live dangerously."
"Is the danger, the reason why you love being with me then?"
"I love being with you because you know exactly what I want when I don't even realise it myself. You know what else?"
"I know you are going to tell me what else," he teased.
"Don't be so infuriatingly mean."
"Sorry."
"Well..."
"Well?"
"Well," she continued. "I couldn't believe it when you told me that you wanted me to come here."
"You couldn't?"
"I didn't want to believe what you said at first. I thought you were just flirting."
"Perhaps we weren't supposed to follow through."
"Perhaps; but I allowed myself to like you because I thought you were untouchable."
"You can touch me now," he smiled.
"Can I?"
"Please..."
"I love touching you," she whispered as she caressed him. "I love the feeling of you so close to me."
"Touch me again...good girl."
"I really do love your reactions," she murmured as she fondled him.
