I looked at her as she slept. Her breathing slower now that she had succumbed to the exhaustion of the past days. I watched her chest rise slowly and then fall back to its original position, the faint keening sound as the air moved through her nostrils and into her lungs. I was captivated by this woman, by everything she did and every noise she made. My mind was a whirl of thoughts and feelings that I couldn't quite form into coherency, but I knew that my world had changed and that it was good... It Was Good!
She shifted slightly, illuminated only by the faint glow of the street lights passing through the window, the duvet shifting down her body to reveal her breast, the nipple lifting softly at the exposure to the cold room. I wanted so much to stroke it, to lean forward and take it into my mouth but the truth was that I was exhausted as well. Three hours before we had fallen into our post-coital coma, and now I marvelled at the sight of her, examining every inch of her in some sort of tantric ritual. She wrinkled her nose at something as she shifted, taking in a deeper breath before the keening became a rasping snore. I didn't care, it was my snore, and these were moments only for me – intimacies that no one else would share.
I raised my hand and caught myself thinking of the added weight that I felt there. The foreign object resting on my second finger feeling at once alien and natural. It glinted as I rotated it, the faint light catching at the silver edges – it's twin resting quietly under the covers. Neither of us had removed them, so eager were we to show the world our togetherness, both of us longing for the time when with or without it the world would know our situation as the ring hid our flesh from the sun and created the long dreamed of tan line.
