Soulfire

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*It was unbearably hot--or so it seemed. Kitanal impatiently pushed a strand of hair off her brow as she squinted in the moonlight filtering through the trees surrounding the J'hari swamplands in northern Dakhur. She crept carefully from shadow to shadow, ignoring her sore feet, the ache in her back and the clammy chill running down her spine. The faint stirring of leaves somewhere above increased her nervousness. It was either the beginning of a warm breeze or one of the swamp-dwelling night birds but it unnerved her nonetheless. The key to any of her missions was stealth.

There were plenty of times that her common sense reared its head for the briefest of moments to remind her that being an assassin at almost seventeen years old was not a bright thing. But fighting the Cardassians was far more important than the dictates of common sense. And after leaving her friends in the Mernith resistance cell, who had taught her the basics of fighting against their enemy, she never considered joining another. She worked on her own, feeling it was better that way. No one working with her meant no one else would pay any consequence if ever she was caught. Nicknamed "The Ta'arhawk" at first because of her eye color, the name soon became hers in more ways than one as she made her way through her home province, striking out at various Cardassian military figures and small encampments. Once she attacked, there were rarely survivors. Just like the raptor she was nicknamed after, the young blond girl was a skillful hunter.

This time, she was in pursuit of about a half-dozen soldiers that she knew were under the command of Gul Nurek, who was in charge of an estate that had once belonged to a Bajoran historian and his family. Two of the Cardassians in the group she was trailing were responsible for the rape of a twelve-year-old girl, the daughter of a prylar who was one of Nurek's servants. When the man had refused to blaspheme against the Prophets at Nurek's orders, the gul and four of his officers had dragged his last surviving child away to violate her. The girl had survived the gang rape but the haunted look still remained in her eyes a month after.

Kitanal had met the prylar when he had had an opportunity to sneak to the small mountain-fed creek bordering the estate on the western side. She had been at the creek herself, getting a drink of water and not expecting anyone to show up. He had recognized her for who she was and had asked for her help in exacting his revenge. She had agreed. To her, rape was as heinous a crime as murdering the defenseless. All five of them would pay--Nurek the last and most painful, but his lackeys would die first.

Phaser rifle powered and ready in one hand, she used the other to push aside the trailing vines hanging from another tree. For a moment, she started, staring at the vines. Where had those come from? Bajor didn't have flora like this. She blinked and her vision swam for a moment. Instead of the swamps, a moonlit river flowed by ten feet in front of her. The moon looked familiar--as she'd seen it from the New Orleans riverboat.

/Riverboat? What the hell?/ Kitanal shook her head and the thoughts vanished as quickly as they'd come, the strange sights with them. The familiar swamplands were once more before her eyes and Bajor's moon Respelar faintly shone through the trees as before--revealing her quarry, who were camped out on the one of the few dry spots in the swamp. One of the soldiers was on guard, but he was already nodding off. Kitanal recognized him from the prylar's descriptions as one of the guilty. A small smile formed and golden eyes narrowed as she lifted the rifle and took careful aim.

The heated sound of the phaser beam cutting across the distance and the young glinn's final scream shattered the night silence. Those sleeping lunged to their feet, only half-alert and scrambling for their own weapons. Kitanal took the time while they were fumbling around in confusion to dart to the left, circling around another tree, then ducked and fired again. Her second shot narrowly missed another of the Cardassians, but her third and fourth scored hits--the former knocking the older glinn's weapon out of his hands and out of reach, the fourth taking him down with a shot to the heart.

"Terrorists!" she heard the youngest Cardassian squeak as she slid again to the right, ducking past her original hiding place and further to the right to confuse them. They would be easily misled into thinking there was more than one of her. Another three shots--staccato bursts of laser fire--took down another two who were foolish enough to be looking in the wrong direction. Two were left--a chubby middle-aged galt and the young one whom Kitanal knew to be the other rapist. Both were looking around suspiciously--the fat one angry, the young one nervous and trying not to show it.

Moving back around to the left, Kitanal scooped up a few small rocks beneath her feet and tossed them in the direction of a small pool off to the far right. The rocks skipped across the dark water, alerting the galt, who spun in that direction, phaser at the ready. She immediately shot him down from behind.

That left the young rapist. "Whoever's out there-- let me go--" When he received no response, his expression grew more anxious. "I can't see you....so how can I tell anyone who you are...."

Kitanal ignored his pleas as she circled around silently to come up behind him. She planned to surprise this one, let him see her before he met his end and went to whatever hell the Cardassians claimed. She reached her destination and waited for her prey to back up far enough before she announced her presence. He was still trying to ask for forgiveness, obviously afraid of losing his own life now that his backup was dead.

"Let me goeaseease...."

"Can't do that," Kitanal said, smiling coldly as the young soldier spun to find himself staring down the wrong end of a phaser rifle hey a y a Bajoran with a glint in her topaz eyes that as cas cold as her smile.

The soldier's wide-eyed gaze flitted from the rifle to her face and they widened further at what he saw. "You can't be--the Ta'arhawk is just a wild tale...."

"Hate to shatter your illusions, but I'm as real as you are," she said, delighting in his look of horror. "Every 'wild tale' you've heard has some basis in truth. So you should start asking your great guls or whatever you spoonheads call your deities for forgiveness unless you want to go straight to hell without it."

"But I haven't--"

"You forget Prylar Senha's daughter so soon? Or have you violated so many innocent girls in the past month that you can't remember one from the next?"

"That wasn't my idea to punish that priest that way! It was Gul Nurek's--and besides--"

"Besides what?" Kitanal snarled. "There's no excuse for what you and your friends did to that girl, you spoonhead scum. She suffered--now it's your turn!" She aimed the rifle and fired before he could protest. The phaser's high-pitched whine accompanied his dying shriek of pain. He stumbled back, trying in vain to clutch at his chest where he'd been shot, before tripping over a low-lying rock and falling face first onto the ground.

Kitanal waited a few moments, keeping the rifle trained on him in case the shot hadn't killed him. When he didn't move a micrometer, she slowly let out a breath she didn't know she'd hol holding. Now came the second test--make sure he wasn't playing dead in order to turn the tables on her and capture her. Slowly, she approached the spot where he lay, her finger steady on the trigger in case he moved. He didn't. Reaching his side, she prodded his body with the rifle barrel. Still nothing. Third test when they landed face down--roll him over and be prepared to shoot if they're alive and still faking. Keeping her senses alert, she quickly kicked him onto his back
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--and was shocked to see not the face of the young Cardassian, but rather Tom Nash lying on the muddy ground with a phaser burn to the heart, warm brown eyes now lifeless and staring into some unseen realm of horror.

The rifle fell from her numb fingers as she stared at the sight, aghast.

"No....Prophets, no!...."*


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The next day proved trying for Kitanal. Her lack of sleep and the strange, disturbing dream hadn't helped matters any. Between the paddwork that had decided to back up and preparations for First Minister Shakaar to visit the Embassy in three weeks, she was also in charge of Quinn's current level of combat training so half her day was spent in the holosuites. One spot in the routine was proving difficult for Quinn, but the half-human lieutenant refused to take a break or give up until she got it right.

Tom also found himself mired in more work than usual. First, there was the broken cooling unit at the kurul shop, spewing coolant fluid all over the place. El'Lyn Nar, the shop owner, had come to them on the verge of a panic attack. After that, the Ferengi Ambassador had called them after he'd tried to upgrade his computers and crashed it beyond the salvation of his engineer. And then what seemed a like a hundred minor repair calls had come flooding in keeping not just him, but Bendi and the other two techs running right through until closing time.

By the time the day shift was over, it had been a long day for them both. Mutually deciding to forgo another New Orleans holosuite excursion, they escaped the Promenade and headed for his quarters. Tom was too tired to cook anything but Kitanal wasn't hungry so she didn't even care. She slumped in exhaustion on his sofa, closing her eyes and kicking off her boots. "Prophets, take me now," she muttered to the ceiling.

She heard a soft chuckle before feeling Tom scoot up next to her. "Nah chere, Ah wouldn't be too happy wit' de Prophets if dey went an' granted dat request." His arms slid around her waist gently to draw her against him. Gratefully, she leaned against him. "Y'sure ya don' want me t' walk ya back to y'quarters, Kestrae? Ah know how tahred y'are, Ah c'n see it."

"I'm so tired I don't want to move," Kitanal groaned into his shoulder. "Even though I'll have to eventually." She felt more than heard his laugh, then his lips brushed her forehead lightly. She shifted her head and his lips moved downward, first touching her nose ridges, then her cheeks, then her own lips. Lightly brushing at first, then pressing against hers. She hadn't ever thought she'd like such a little thing as kissing so much but for some reason only the Prophets knew, she did. At least with him.

He pulled back, grinning and looked into her eyes as he gently brushed her hair back from her face. "S' too bad y'so tahred, chere."

Kitanal smiled faintly but couldn't hide the anxiety in her eyes. Part of her wanted nothing more than to take that final step with him but the other half of her was holding her back. *Damn your stubborn 'I walk alone' motto, Kessie. That was the Occupation. It's over, remember??* Images from her dream flitted through her mind but she quickly shoveem aem away, not wanting to remember it.

He blushed slightly, recognizing that tinge of fear. "It's all rahght, chere." He hugged her and kissed her forehead. "Ah'm not pushin'r anythin'...." But prolonged closeness nearly always made his body betray him, forcing him to retreat when he really didn't want to.

She closed her eyes. He was always so nice about it. Never pushing, never demanding. Even when she could see and feel how tense he was. *Don't be such a damn fool, Kestrae. He isn't going to betray you. /Oh how do you know?/ Because if he was, he would have long before now! /Uh-huh, right. With who?? Every other woman on this station looks right through him!/* His hand touched her cheek and she opened her eyes. He was looking at her in concern. "I'm all right, Tom," she murmured. "I just...."

He put a gentle finger to her lips. "It's okay, Kestrae. Ah c'n wait til y'ready. Ah'm a patient man." He gave her a gentle reassuring smile.

"No, it's not that." Tom looked at her, surprise in his eyes but waiting patiently. "I know you--want me....and I know I do too, but I--" The words caught in her throat. *Surely he'll laugh at me....he's had to have had lovers before me.*

The nervousness in her eyes made him uneasy. He stroked her cheek. "What, chere? What is it? Y' don' have t'be scared t'tell me."

Her eyes closed again, comforted by his fingers caressing her face. How easy it would be to tell him she wanted to wait, to let the fact that the nightmare had disturbed her so keep her from what she knew deep in her heart she longed for. But she couldn't stand hiding behind her cowardice anymore. Forcing her eyes open again, she looked into his. "I--I've never been with anyone before." The words were out before she realized she had said it and almost immediately, she lowered her gaze, afraid to see his reaction. When several long moments of silence passed, she glanced up to see the shock on his face.

*How could someone dis beautiful never've been wit' anyone....?* The shock faded and a gentle look filled his eyes as he cupped her chin. "Dat's nothin' t'be ashamed of, chere. Ah'm jus' glad it wasn't anythin' bad. Heard enough stories 'bout t'ings dat de Cardies did to women on Bajor." He stroked her hair gently. "An' Ah'm patient enough t'wait 'til y'ready, Kestrae. Been a whahle since Ah been wit' anyone. Ah won' dah if Ah wait a whahle longer...."

She silently thanked the Prophets for his understanding. "I suppose you're wondering why I at least didn't have a lover during the Occupation. I guess I'm one of the rare few. Because I worked alone, I was never with a Resistance cell after leaving the one I was in for a couple years. I never really could go with the idea of 'be with someone tonight because the Cardies could shoot you down tomorrow'. I probably would have if I had found someone I cared about, but I never did." Her eyes met his again. "But we don't have to wait anymore. I think the Prophets want you--to show me...." She cut herself off, realizing how ridiculous that likely sounded.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down the wild hammering of his heart. "Y'sure 'bout dis, chere? Ah mean....y'first tahme should be special....wit' someone ya love." He blushed and his eyes lowered as he took another deep breath.

She gained the courage to touch his face. "I couldn't think of a better person the Prophets should have me choose," she said softly.

He shivered slightly at the tone of her voice and looked into her eyes. He managed a rather shy grin. "Den Ah guess it'd be bad manners t'tell 'em no, huh?" He leaned in to kiss her, wrapping his arms around her. Kitanal leaned into the kiss, her anxiety trampled by something else stirring inside her--something she couldn't identify. When her hand moved to lay on his chest, she found that his heart was pounding as much as hers was.

Hesitantly, his lips strayed to her neck, slipping over her jaw and slowly tracing the line of her pulse. The clean smell of her hair as he brushed it back over her shoulder only added to the arousal he was already experiencing. It was all he could do to restrain himself. *Dis her first tahme....hafta be gentle....don' wanna hurt 'er.*

Kitanal sighed softly, her eyes falling closed again. He moved closer to pull her against him and she held onto him, leaning her head on his shoulder as his soft kisses moved to the side of her neck. With one hand, she managed to reach back and unclip the rest of her hair, sending it cascading down over her shoulder and his arm. A moment later, one of his hands reached up to run through her hair. It was nothing he hadn't done before when she'd left her hair down, but this time, the touch made her tremble.

He continued to kiss her neck as his other hand traced a path up her side and then around to cup a breast with delicate hesitation. His breathing was rapid against her skin. She murmured his name and allowed the touch, tightening her hold on him. She let him undo the clasps on her uniform jacket so that it fell open. She shrugged it off past her shoulders, not wanting to release her hold on him to toss it aside. His hand moved back to where it had been and with only her blouse between skin to skin contact, the touch was much more intense. A shiver coursed down her back and she felt dizzy, even though they'd barely moved. *Prophets, is it always like this?* she thought.

He pulled away slightly to look into her eyes. The passion was clear in his face as he kissed her lips again, and fumbled to unbutton his shirt. He didn't bother with trying to remove it. Instead, he moved to kiss along the other side of her neck, letting both hands cup her breasts. He whispered against her neck, a slight tremble to his voice, "Ma cherie...."

She could hear the passion in his voice and had seen it in his eyes. Her trembling hands moved away from his shoulders to work the buttons loose. It took her a few minutes but finally she was able to press her palms to his bare skin. When her fingertips first made contact, she felt him shudder and she drew her hands back. "I'm sorry...." she murmured.

He looked into her eyes and ran a finger over her lips. "Oh no, chere, dere's nothin' t'be sorry for...." He took her hands gently, kissing her fingers for a moment and put them back on his chest. "Ya do what ya want....what feels rahght." He trailed his fingertips from hers, up her arms, and on up to gently stroke along her ears.

Encouraged, Kitanal finally let her hands tentatively explore Tom's bare skin. Up to his shoulders, back down his chest, along the lines of his stomach, then she moved them around to his back to draw him closer to her as she leaned into him. If she hadn't been practically in his lap, she would have slid off the narrow couch by now. They separated from the latest kiss and this time, she was the one who was short of breath. She had to blink several times to get his face into focus.He dHe drew in a shuddering breath and grinned slightly. His skin tingled from her touches. "Doncha pass out on me, chere...." He shrugged off his shirt and tossed it aside. He slid away to stand, which was a bit difficult considering his pants had grown rather uncomfortably tight. He held a hand out to her. She took it and he pulled her gently to her feet, a bit of a trial for her as well because her legs were trembling. Feeling annoyed that she was afraid, she released his hand only long enough to quickly shrug the jacket back down and off, letting it fall to the floor. His fingers twined gently through hers and they headed for his bedroom. Once inside, he called for the lights to be dimmed. They dropped to about ten percent--roughly close to the glow of candlelight. It seemed dark for a moment, then her eyes grew used to the dimness. The starlight filtering in through the viewport added a faint silvery glow. They paused near the bed and she turned to him, uncertain of what would happen next.

Unable to stand the constriction anymore, he quickly undid the front of his pants and wrapped his arms around her. He untucked her blouse from her uniform slacks and slid his hands under the soft cloth, marveling at the silken feeling of her skin against his palms. She leaned against him with a shiver as his hands caressed her and he gave her an impassioned kiss that made it seem as if he were breathing his own life force into her, his desire fuelling her own. He slowly turned her so that her back was to the bed and lowered her so that she sat at the edge of it. Not breaking the kiss, he went about removing her blouse, sliding it over her shoulders. Her hands explored what parts of his skin were exposed, only increasing the heat of his desire. Then the blouse was gone and he wrapped his arms around her in a firm embrace, enjoying the heat of her skin on his as his lips trailed across her bare shoulders and then downward. This he did quietly, no
warnings as to where his lips might stray next and only the occasional pause as her fingertips brought gooseflesh tingling to life and made him take and release a shaky breath against her skin. He was so absorbed in the taste of her, the silk of her skin and the scent of it that he thought it might just be utterly impossible for him to speak at that moment.

No longer having to concentrate on keeping a tenuous balance, she clung to him as his lips moved from her shoulders and neck to continue further down. When they reached her breasts, she moaned softly, tightening her own hold. One hand stayed on her back, the other moved up her side to cup the other breast gently, thumb makslowslow circles around the peak. Her head fell back and she moaned again. "Tom...."

He caressed her breasts for a little longer and then let his hands slide down her belly, to her hips and then to her inner thighs, gently massaging through the cloth as his mouth continued a slow circuit over her skin. "Kestrae...." He moved his mouth back to hers and slid her slowly backward onto the bed and down. She tensed, feeling something in her back. He let out a breathless chuckle, and blushed. "Budreaux.... Forgot 'e was dere." He reached under her to extract the plush green alligator from the small of her back. "Sorry, mon ami, but dis tahme ya jus' can't be on de bed."

Kitanal laughed softly and patted the stuffed gator. "You have a point. He could get in the way." He ducked his head in embarrassment as he set the gator aside, then moved back to her. Reaching up her hands, she caressed his face as their lips met yet again. She could feel the tension in him as her hands moved around to his shoulders and back. *Prophets, please don't let me back away at the last minute. I want this....I want him.*

A soft sound of pleasure formed in his throat as her hand traced his spine and he pulled away to kneel on the bed beside her, his hands stroking from her shoulders to her hips and then moving to begin removing her uniform pants. His eyes locked with hers and he swallowed a lump in his throat.

If she could have drowned in his eyes, she would have. One by one, his hands slipped away the final two barriers that were shielding the lower half of her body from his gaze. She looked away in a bout of sudden shyness, a blush of her own creeping into her face.

He smiled, his eyes taking in the sight of her. *She's so beautiful....* He reached up and touched her cheek, turning her face so he could look into her eyes. The admiration was clear in his expression. "Don' be ashamed, chere. Y' gorgeous...." He stretched out beside her on the bed, shedding his own pants. He rolled onto his side, moving to kiss her again. Where their bare skin touched, it was like electricity tingling through him.

She returned the kiss, reveling in the strange mix of emotions coursing through her. The warmth of his skin pressed to hers made her shiver, as did his hands, which were moving everywhere in slow caresses. The kiss ended and she had to take a moment to catch her breath before opening her eyes to meet his. He gave her a gentle smile as his hands lightly moved down her front, brushing her breasts, her stomach, and continuing beyond. When his fingertips reached the golden curls between her thighs, she let out a soft gasp.

He took one of her hands and put it on his stomach, guiding it downward as he kissed her neck and his fingers gently teased her, causing her back to arch. "Oh, ma cherie...." he whispered against the curve of her jaw.

She soon lost track of moving her own hand along his stomach when his fingers began exploring. Her breathing was ragged and she felt as if all her strength had been sapped. Her eyes fell closed, unable to keep locked with his, as his exploring went farther. "Tom," she whimpered. "Ashani...."

The hand that had been guiding hers moved away as he wrapped the arm around her and moved so that he was on top of her, fingers of the other hand still teasing. He kissed her deeply as she arched again. He was breathless as he broke the kiss and ran a hand through her hair. "Are y'ready, Kestrae?" His voice was heavy with passion.

She nodded, her voice stuck in her throat. Bracing herself for the pain of his gentle invasion, she was surprised when it wasn't as great as she expected. Even so, she tensed and cried out, unable to prevent tears of surprise from welling up. She blinked them back in an attempt to keep them from falling but he noticed them before she could hide it. He bit his lip, the sensation of being within her burning through him. He brushed a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "Chere?" The concern was clear in his face.

She drew in a slow breath before locking her eyes with his. "I--I'm all right," she whispered. He still looked uncertain, his thumb tracing the line of her cheekbone. She managed a small smile to reassure him and he smiled back. Her hands moved to clutch his shoulders as he leaned down for yet another kiss, more passionate than the last. It went on and on and when they finally broke it, both of them were breathless. She clung to him in anticipation as his other hand slid beneath her to the small of her back.

"Ma trésor précieux," he murmured against her nose ridges as he withdrew slowly. Then, tenderly, he thrust back into her, clutching her to him. A soft moan escaped his lips as he turned his head to kiss her neck again and he shivered slightly as he withdrew and sheathed himself in the warmth of her again.

She moaned softly, her clinging grip tightening as he continued the slow, sinuous thrusts. Nothing she'd ever heard or read about could haveparepared her for the actual experience. A burning sensation had ignited somewhere deep within her pagh and now was creeping through her entire being. The station could have blown up around them and she wouldn't have noticed. The only awareness she had of anything was feeling him inside her and his lips on her neck. It was as if nothing existed but the two of them. Her breathing was ragged, desperate. "Tom," she whimpered helplessly.

He arched himself slightly so that his mouth could go back to her breasts as he held her close and gave himself over to the heat of her. It felt as if they were melting together and his breathing was quick. Each slow thrust into her was ecstasy, bringing more ardent, soft cries to his lips. Some part of him wanted to freeze the moment of passion in time, to cling to it and make it last. But he knew that it had been long enough since he'd been
with anyone that he wouldn't have much control over his own climax. It would come when it chose and when it did, it would send waves of pleasurable agony though him that would be overwhelming.

"Kestrae....ange sucrée....so beautiful...." His voice was soft, quivering with passion and the hand at her back caressed her spine as she arched. The other traced a gentle path along her stomach and he felt her shivering under the touch.

She cried his name as the heat continued to build, her grip tightening further. She faintly heard his murmured love words in French, felt his mouth on her skin. Her head rocked back and forth, and she trembled as his hand slid down her stomach. She felt as if she were barely clinging to the edge of a pit of fire. Any moment, she would lose her grip....

He could feel that she was about to climax as she cried out and the sensations caused him to cry out as well. He pressed himself to her, both arms about her, holding her to his chest. He kissed her deeply as he felt himself also on the verge of climax. The ecstatic tingling was starting in the pit of his belly and creeping inevitably downward. His neck arched backward and he breathed her name like a prayer.

She heard him whisper her name, then something inside her seemed to snap. Her cry turned into a scream and she dug her nails hard into his shoulders. The fire that had begun far within burned through her full-force in waves of sensation. Her scream rose to a wail as shocks followed on thels els of the fire.

He held her tightly as she arched, her climax bringing on his own and making him shake uncontrollably as his abdominal muscles tightened with it. The digging of her nails into his shoulders only intensified it. A surge of agonizing pleasure rushed through him as he held the press of the final thrust, a low moan escaping him as he felt his seed spill into her. His breath caught in his chest and he gasped, nestling his face against her neck. For several moments, all he could do was breathe her name against her heated skin.

A final violent shudder tore through her before she gasped and fell back, completely exhausted. Unable to make herself let go of his shoulders, she held him that way as he lay with his face buried in her neck. The only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. She was still trembling and couldn't seem to make herself stop, even with the comfort of his weight atop her.

Each shudder triggered one in him and they lay just quietly trembling against one another for a time. Finally he shifted, brushing his lips against her ear, his voice a breathless, velvet whisper. "Je vous aime....Ah love ya, Kestrae." His arms tightened about her.

She closed her eyes, fighting back tears. "I love you, Tom....ashani," she murmured. She heard his content sigh and opened her eyes to turn her head and gaze into his. They held the gaze for but a moment before he leaned forward to capture her trembling lips with his own. He kissed her slowly, tenderly. His heart felt full as its beating began to slowly return to normal. He stroked her hair and finally, hesitantly broke the kiss. The deep adoration was clear in his eyes as he trailed a finger across her lips and pulled himself out of her with a slight hissing intake of breath at the sensation. He rolled onto his back, arms pulling her with him. He was so relaxed that it made his limbs feel unwieldy and heavy. His hand continued to stroke her tousled hair and a content smile touched his lips.

"Ma trésor...."

She leaned her head on his chest and lay a hand near his shoulder, unable to move any farther. Lassitude began to overwhelm her and combined with the warmth of his body close to hers, made her feel weak. Her eyes closed slowly and she managed to murmur "ashani" before giving way to deep sleep.

He managed to gently slide them to a point where neither were in danger of hanging uncomfortably from the bed and wrestle free the soft blanket to cover them. She barely stirred, a soft sound coming from her throat. That done, he stared at the ceiling, breathing in the scent of her and their lovemaking deeply for a time before his own brain became too fuzzy to even focus on that and he drifted off to sleep, arms around her and a content smile just touching his lips.


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