Serenity

      The flame danced and so did the shadows the candle projected on the walls. She lay with her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. His arm half encircled her bare waist, and she thought this is where home is, not a physical building, but a set of arms that made her feel safe. Her index finger traced small circles on his chest, as her half lidded eyes fought to stay awake. There was something so comforting in his mere presence similiar to a sedative. She listened to his breathing and pin pointed the exact minute he finally slipped into a peaceful sleep. She wasn't sure which made her happier, the moment when he filled her and their bodies became one or the moment when he let loose of all control. In that moment of release, he quit thinking and became tranquil before finally drifting off to a sweet sleep; watching him sleep was one of her prefered activities. She breathed in the scent of him, yet again feeling her own lids grow heavier. She was at complete peace in the moment. 

      Her eyes closed. She still focused on his breathing which told her he was completely asleep. His arm loosened slighly around her as he fully relaxed into the early stages of R.E.M. She tried hard to remain in the room and the moment, yet too soon, sleep overtook her. As she feel asleep, her mind drifted to a meadow. She was lying on a sheet in the field with a picnic basket by her feet, and he was stretched out beside her. They were laughing. The sun was bright and warm overhead and a slight breeze blew her hair. His eyes shone bright and the smile across his lips was wide. As the moment played in her dreams, a dark cloud quickly slipped over the sun, the wind picked up and where she was once lying beside him in a flowered meadow, she was now standing at the edge of a forrest before a huge storm. As she turned to look for shelter, she noticed he was no longer there, she was completely alone. The dark cloud quickly became a wall of yet black clouds. She started to become increasingly worried about her situation. Why wasn't he there? Why was she alone? What type of storm was heading her way? Did she need shelter? The more questions taht crossed her mind, the more anxious she became. 

     In the room, her body tightened and she jumped. His arms quickly pulled her closer and he kissed the top of her head. She was still sleeping, but on the fringe of being awake. The warmth of his arms pulling her closer to him allowed her tense body to calm and relax. She moved her face further into his chest and wrapped her arm around his chest and under his other arm. She pulled herself closer into his body and as she did, she awoke a little more. As she came to, she had a need so intense, a need to  drive away the black clouds from her dream, a need to forget the fear of no having him near. She wrapped her leg over his waist and reached up to kiss his lips. She knew by the response in his body that while his eyes remained closed he was mostly awake himself. He responded to the kiss, soft at first, and growing more hungry in the process. She matched the hunger full of desire. 

      He swiftly rolled her onto her back, holding her body with one arm, he used his other hand to cup her face, drawing her closer to him. Something about the feel of his hand holding her face always sent butterflies to flight in her stomach. Her leg wrapped around his waist and the rest of her body melted into his. The feel of his hands on her body, warm, soft, and caring, was welcome to her and her body; a body that often had not felt a caring touch. He pulled back slightly and as she moved forward to tug on his bottom lip with her teeth, he pulled back a little more. Her confidence waivered for a moment, but then she took a good look at him. She realized he was doing the same. His stare was so intense it made her stomach flip. His eyes shone of longing and a deep affection she couldn't put into words. It intensified in her own as she stared deeply back his eyes. During the passionate moment for which their eyes were locked, he entered her again, her body rising to meet his. 

     After they were both pushed to the breaking point and beyond, they fell back into the same position; her head on his chest and his arm encircling her waist. His hand lighly caressed her arm as she listened yet again to the beating of his heart. The perfect rhythm it produced was like listening to rain drops on a tin roof, it was melodic and quickly had her resting peacefully. There was no place she felt safer, no person who could calm her as quickly, no way she would rather spend her time than with him.