Nestling under your arm I sighed with contentment, pressing my cheek into the soft, warm cotton of your t-shirt. We were watching the season finale of Doctor Who. Again. I'd lost track of how many times we'd watched that episode, cuddled up on your sofa, each time noticing something slightly different, we loved picking out the plot inconsistencies, the dead people who breathed and so on.
Your fingers were running through my hair as the final credits rolled, and you pulled me in tight against you, holding me close.
"I wish you never had to let go." I murmured, tipping my head back to look up at you.
"I'll never let you go." You told me, kissing my forehead lightly. "I'll hold you forever if it will make you happy."
It was all so perfect, the fact that it was dark, cold and raining outside didn't mean anything to us, all that mattered was that we were warm inside, wrapped up in each others' arms, the curtains drawn and the lights down low.
So what we'd been together this long and never taken our relationship any further than these evenings in, cuddling tight, or holding hands across a restaurant table. We were happy, you made me feel safe, and protected, and I trusted you, trusted you to do the right thing, to know when it was a good time to go that extra step. I knew you wouldn't hurt me.
The DVD stopped and for a few minutes we just watched the empty blue screen, neither of us wanting to ruin the moment, or break the embrace. Your lips still resting gently on my forehead as I lay my head on your chest, listening to your hear beat, feeling the steady rise and fall of your chest. You felt so good to me.
"Do you want to watch anything else?" You asked eventually, moving away from me, just a fraction, so you could reach the remote control on the coffee table.
"Only you." I told you simply. "I never want to leave your arms."
You smiled at me and settled back down onto the sofa, the television screen blank before us, listening to your heart and the pattering on the rain against the window. I shuffled around slightly so I could look up and kiss you, my lips just brushing against yours. Your hand came up to my face, brushing my hair back behind my ears as you ran your tongue over my bottom lip, encouraging me. My lips parted and my tongue found yours, shuffling around more on the sofa so we were both sitting upright, turned into each other.
You pulled back, and for a few tense seconds I thought I had done something wrong, but there was a smile on your face.
"Trust me." You whispered before your lips found mine again, once more a gentle and teasing touch before they moved down to my neck, kissing and licking a path to my collarbone and along the neck line of my t-shirt.
You eased me back so I was lying on the sofa as your hands found the bottom of my top, slowly sliding up underneath it, as you watched my face, watching for any sign that I wanted you to stop. I didn't want you to stop, I never wanted your hands to leave me, your lips nuzzling against my neck, your nose in my hair. You must have been able to smell my shampoo, the sweet lemon fragrance.
I pulled your face back to mine, kissing you fiercely as your hand lifted my top up over my breasts, exposing my white lace bra to your eyes.
"Don't stop there." I told you, I loved the way your eyes roamed over my body, taking in the swell of my breasts, the way my nipples pressed against the thin material, hardening with anticipation under your gaze.
Your eyes continued to wander, taking in the tight fit of my jeans, as you ran a hand up my thigh. I broke our kiss again to pull my top over my head, it wasn't doing much pushed up above my breasts.
"You are far too dressed." I teased, my hands reaching for the bottom of your t-shirt, inching it up over your chest, my eyes taking in every centimeter of skin that I exposed. I pushed you back, lying you back against the sofa arm, my head dipping so that my mouth could follow your t-shirt up and over your chest. A soft trail of kisses and licks until I lifted the top over you head and my lips found yours again, our tongues battling.
My hands lightly skimmed your chest, exploring every inch of your soft warm flesh, brushing lightly over your nipples, before breaking our kiss so my tongue could continue this exploration.