I decide that it's best just to apologize in the morning for being late. I enter your room in the nighttime darkness, and turn up the lights to a gentle hue. Now I can see you sleeping, but it isn't as peaceful as I would have hoped. You're frowning, and slowly turning over and over. I guess it would be better to apologize now. I light a few candles near the bed, and turn the lights back off. I take off my shoes and socks, and lay my jacket on a chair, all the while watching the candle-light somehow make you more beautiful. But it's still a slightly pained look, so I hurry and kneel beside the bed, and pull the covers off of you slowly. You curl up a little, so I walk over to the wall and turn up the heat. Then I hear you whisper my name quietly, and I turn back and kneel back beside you. I stroke your hair, but you are still sleeping.
I lean closer, and gently kiss your neck, all the while watching your beautiful face slowly become more peaceful. I run a hand through your hair, and lightly down your cheek, then I kiss down your neck slowly, and watch your body go still. But then I meet your shirt and frown, and know that taking it off could wake you, so I run my hands gently down your body, and massage your belly gently. I slip a hand under your shirt, and run it up your body slowly, and hover my lips down your body. I trace a few fingertips across your breasts lightly, and nibble around your belly button, and feel you arch up a little, so I take advantage and slide up your shirt slowly, up nearly to your neck, making sure it's still comfortable when you lay back still.
Smiling to myself, I try to figure out if this is more cute, beautiful or sexy, but since I'm the only one smiling so far, I decide that I'm not done. Moving down, I run my hands up your legs. I kiss them and nibble above you knees at your skin gently. Feeling your leg press back at mouth, I gently run my hands up to the middle of your thighs and firmly hold them still, while gently squeezing them and looking up at your lips. I will get to them soon enough, I think, and I may even see the candle-light dance in your eyes, but for now I still want your smile. Kissing up your left thigh slowly, I reach my hand that's trying to hold you still.