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He picked her up after he got out of work. She was ready and waiting and slid right into the passenger seat. Then it was all leaning over with the console digging into her ribs for those in the car kisses. Nice to see you and how was your day. The drive was familiar but long. His hand floated from the wheel to her thigh and back again. Her hand rested on the back of his neck, her fingers twirling his hair gently. A little less than half way there and it was into the store. Stop to get some gas. Joke about the signs. Have a good laugh. Create a memory. Then it was on the road again. Those curve filled hills that are so much fun to drive. Their conversation flowed easily in and out of joking to serious to somewhere in between. Comfortable. But still exciting. Still happy to be spending any spare second with him.

Pull into the drive way, steal some kisses before they head inside. It was a beautiful night, stars as far as you could see. A little over a half moon. And then it's inside, through the almost comically so squeaky screen door. More kisses in the living room. Up the stairs into the bedroom. Little massages with kisses all the way through. Then sleep. That sweet, dreamless, deep sleep that can only happen when there is another body in the bed with you. He steals the covers. Always has. She pulls the spare comforter off the foot of the bed and snuggles back in. His hands find their way to her side of the bed through out the night. They land on her hip. Graze over a breast. He pulls her close to him. His body mirroring hers. His legs folding in behind hers, matching their angle exactly. His arms around her. His lips so close to her neck she can feel his breath. This is what it's all about she thinks. This is why the other girls don't matter to me.
Because of this feeling
Right
Here.

They wake up in the morning to the sun's slant shadow on the walls. Too early to get out of bed. He invites her back under his blanket, lifting it so she can slide in close to him. They sleep that way for a while longer. Then it's all alarm clocks and snooze buttons. He gets up to make coffee she slips back into an easy sleep. When she wakes alone an hour later she goes in search of him and finds him in the kitchen coffee pot in hand. His kisses chase whatever is left of sleeps hold on her away. They wander the downstairs for a bit, sit out in the sun. Then the kisses change. From the playful little kisses they had shared to the other ones. These kisses have a purpose.

So it's back up the stairs. He leans her against the wall and his kiss says all that she needs to know. He leads her to the bedroom and lays her down. The pillow still holds the indent from her sleep. It's all a flurry of kisses then. Snaps and zippers. Tee shirts pulled over head. What do you want me to do. She instructs him only so far. He takes it from there. Afterwards she lays there. Her muscles in that relaxed heated state that only comes from good sex or a hot bath. He gets into the shower and she can hear the small noises that he makes. Opening the shampoo bottle. Pulling the shower curtain closed a little more. The door opens and he comes back into the room.
She was reading but she puts her book down.
She watches him as he dresses.
And she is happy.