She stirred as footsteps came closer to the bedroom and then his presence filled the room with a scent that always set her heart beating faster. He undressed slowly, moving deliberately with his characteristic grace and she watched from the bed, savouring the sight of him and delighting in the anticipation of touching him once again. His lithe, long body was dimly lit by the moonlight coming through the window as he watched her and he paused naked before her bed. Come to me, she whispered, and he slowly crawled up the bed to kneel above her, pinning her under the covers and looking down into her face for the first time in months. She touched her fingertips to his face, caressing the shape of his jaw and arousing in herself a deep longing for him that could no longer be denied.
I have missed you so much, she said and she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down on top of her. She drew in her breath sharply at the sudden arousal his weight on her caused and he pulled away quickly, only to look down and smile. I love you, he said. Simply and sincerely, a statement of reality, of a truth he had accepted and then found amazement in. He lowered his head as he held her eyes with his own and gently brushed his lips against hers. The tingle it sent through her was electric and she hungrily sought out his mouth again but a devastatingly teasing smile played around his lips as he climbed off the bed and slowly drew back the covers.
He looked at her in the darkness of the room, her form tiny against the white sheets and then slid in next to her, drawing her against his body and feeling the heat of her skin through her satin nightie. He wrapped his arms around her and sighed. No memory or fancy of the imagination could capture the intensity of her body against his own, her smell, her soft skin and the taste of her filling his senses to overflowing. His mind seemed to barely function as she softly asked him what he was thinking. He shook his head in wonder, nothing, he said... Just being with you... It's amazing.