Staring out the window, lost in thought as the rain streaks down the pane, she sips the cup of coffee half forgotten in her hands. On a clear day the picture window looks out over the trees, down the hill to the mountain lake below, now hidden behind the haze of falling rain and cool fog. Her thoughts are far away, the rain barely registering except as a quiet drumming in the background; she's thinking too much about him.
How did they come this far... how did she find someone like him - how could she deserve someone like him? She lifts the mug to her lips as she thinks back on the moments leading up to this one.
As if on cue, he enters the room quietly, checking the fire started in the hearth before he went for a shower. She doesn't turn from the window, the noise of another log being put in place to burn lost along with the rain on the roof. He looks up, watching her from behind, admiring the curves he's come to know so well, the soft hair falling down her shoulders. With a soft contented sigh he stands, wipes his hands on the towel still wrapped around his waist, and strolls up behind her.
She first feels the hands on her shoulders and neck, softly massaging as they draw her deeper into her thoughts for a moment. Then the warm breath just behind her ear, lips capturing the lobe as the kneading turns deeper, stronger. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she sets the coffee mug on the window before her and begins to lean back into his arms. His nibbling traces a line from her earlobe down the line of her neck and shoulder, as one hand runs down and around the front to cup underneath a breast, the other hand slipping up into the hair at the back of her head.