By Shenandoah Risu
She's never thought herself capable of such infinite tenderness, the kind that makes her ache deep within, the kind he inspires in her.
After making love she spoons up behind him, her leg between his, her hand on his chest, his hand on hers. She inhales the scent of his skin, listens to his breath, and then gently, as if touching the wings of a butterfly, places a kiss between his shoulder blades. And she feels his rare smile spread all the way across his body and envelop them both.
If the world ended right now she couldn't care less.
Note: This story was originally posted at LiveJournal on December 6, 2009. Thanks for reading!