A/N: I updated this chapter a bit because I just re-read it and was not satisfied with some parts. If you choose not to read it again, you won't miss anything important; just a few fixed typos and a couple additions to Christmas morning and the sex scene. There is some graphic content in this chapter. If you want to skip it, then I suggest that you stop reading after they leave the pub. You won't miss much. Enjoy…
Darkness Calling: Chapter 17
That night, I didn't sleep more than maybe two hours. Every time Hermione would move, which was a lot, I would wake with a start and hold her close to me. I could tell she was having nightmares; she would toss and turn and talk in her sleep. She would say things like, "Mum, dad, please don't be this way… I'm still me… I'm still your little girl…" Every time this would happen she would cry and I would feel an invisible knife twisting its way into my heart. There were numerous times when she would turn into me and cry herself back to sleep. But, as with every vicious cycle, it would start all over again.
I watched it get lighter outside and when the sun was up, I snuck out of bed, leaving a kiss on her cheek. Addi was already awake and making herself a cup of coffee. She took one glance at me and started pouring another cup, adding an extra shot of espresso. "I take it last night was rough…" It wasn't a question, just an observation.
"The roughest…" I answered with a grimace as I took my usual seat at the bar. I took a sip from the mug of bitter liquid that she had sat down on the counter in front of me. "I don't think I slept at all."
"I'd imagine she isn't taking it too well?" She was leaning against the other counter in front of the window above the sink.
"We didn't talk about it. I think she is in shock right now." I told her.
"I'm sure she is. I'm just glad she has you to be there for her. She is going to need you now more than ever before."
"I'm not so sure… I mean it's my fault that she is in this mess. If it wasn't for her being with me, she would be in France right now with her family… happy, not crying herself to sleep." I rested my head on my arm. I could have fallen asleep right there, regardless of the amount of caffeine flowing through my veins at the time.
"It's not your fault, Jayleigh. She made a choice to come out to her parents and now she is dealing with the consequences." At my look of consternation, she recanted, "Don't look at me like that. I'm not saying she deserves those consequences but, nothing in this world is free… you should know that."
I sighed and dropped my head back to my arm. Speaking into the table, I said, "I know… I don't like it, though."
She patted my arm and poured another cup of coffee and put a few biscuits on a small tray. "Here, take these up to her and be the strong woman that I know you are." She told me as she passed me the cup and tray.
Before I took them from her, I downed the last of my coffee in one swallow. "Thanks, but, I don't feel very strong right now." She didn't answer but, just gave me a small smile and a pat on the arm.
Once back in my room, I sat the cup and tray down on the nightstand and sat down on the bed next to Hermione. I lightly brushed her hair away from her forehead and trailed my finger down the side of her face. Her eyes began to flutter open and I plastered the most genuine smile I could muster on my face.
"Morning, love" I told her as I continued to tuck a stray curl behind her ear.
"M-m-morning…" She told me as she gave a big yawn.
I picked up the cup of coffee as she sat up and leaned against the headboard. She took the cup from me and gratefully took a sip. She sighed and a bare hint of a smile graced her lips. It disappeared almost immediately, though, as she asked, "I didn't keep you awake all night did I?"
She must have noticed my bloodshot and baggy eyes. I brushed off her question with one of my own, "Hermione, have you ever been to Ireland before?"
"Once, when I was much younger. Why?" She asked me.
"Because I feel like it is my duty as hostess to show you everything that I know of this beautiful country." I told her with a smile.
After we showered and got dressed, I did as I promised and took her to see as much of the country that was possible. We spent the week before Christmas exploring muggle Ireland and doing everything we possibly could to avoid talking about what transpired between Hermione and her family. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to her about it; I just wanted her to bring it up on her own terms and she didn't seem to be ready to talk about it, yet.
By the end of the week, I don't think there was a single movie that we hadn't seen or a restaurant that we hadn't tried but, it was all worth it just to keep a smile on Hermione's face. But, I wasn't naive. Anytime I found her sitting in silence, staring off into space, I knew that she thinking was about it but, before I could ask her what she was thinking, she would hide behind a well-rehearsed mask. I would let it drop and we would talk about meaningless things.
The day before Christmas, Addi caught us standing outside together in the snow after having gone to our now favorite pub. We were wrapped in each others' arms and laughing when we heard the click of a camera; Addi had snapped a photo of us before telling us to come in out of the cold. She insisted that we go to bed early after dinner. "Father Christmas won't visit if you are awake…" She said in a sing-song voice. With both of us laughing, we went upstairs and fell into bed together.
She lay on her back with me leaning over her and we got lost in each others' intense stare. Breaking the silence, I kissed her lips and told her, "I love you so much. I don't even know how to begin to express my feelings for you."
"You just did." She told me with a smile. "I love you, too. I don't want you to think that any of this… this crap with my family changes that fact…"
That wasn't where I expected the conversation to go, but, all the same, I let her talk without interruption. "I'm sorry I've been shutting you out. I just can't stop thinking about what happened… about what my parents said to me. I've never heard either one of them talk to anyone like that… let alone, me." She sighed as I wiped a stray tear off her cheek. "It's a really long, drawn-out story but, the gist of what happened was when I told them that I was seeing a woman, they started calling me horrible names and said that they didn't raise me to be this way and that no daughter of theirs would stoop to such filth… When I told them that I loved you, mother started crying and dad told me to leave… told me to have my things out of the house before they got home from vacation… So I left and went home to pack. It wasn't much. Most of my stuff is at Hogwarts, at least the important stuff, anyway. I stayed in a hotel in London the first night and then the next is when you came to get me…"
"Hermione…" I began. There were tears in my eyes threatening to spill over but, I wouldn't let them. Like Addi said, I had to be strong for her. "I am so, so very sorry that any of this happened. Would it… would it be easier if you and I… If we…" I couldn't finish what I was trying to say and she didn't let me.
"Jay, how could you even suggest that?" She asked with vehemence in her usually soft voice. "I love you. And that isn't something that I throw around lightly. If my parents can't understand and accept that fact, then it's their loss, not mine."
"I'm sorry. I just don't want to be the thing that causes a rift between you and your family." I told her as I broke our eye contact to hide my feelings from her.
She physically turned my head to look at her again. "Jay… You are my family. You and Addi and Harry and the Weasleys. I won't lie, it hurts but, I can't change what happened. And maybe one day, my parents will understand but, right now, I don't want to waste anymore precious time thinking about what could be."
And she kissed me. The kiss was deep and meaningful and full of passion and love. There are no words for what that kiss meant to the both of us. It didn't escalate but, ended naturally and we both went to sleep wrapped in each others' warm embrace.
"Wake up! Wake up!" I felt a sharp poke in my side. The poke turned into tickling fingers and I almost fell out of the bed.
"Immup…" I mumbled. When I opened my eyes Hermione was sitting on her knees on the bed grinning like a school girl.
"Merry Christmas!" She nearly shouted as she jumped on me and planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek. I held her close and breathed in her scent. Intoxicating, as usual…
"Merry Christmas to you too, love." I told her with a smile on my face. I don't think I had ever woken up happier on Christmas morning. "Let's go down stairs. I'm sure Addi and Petri have a feast for breakfast waiting."
Sure enough, when we got downstairs, there was a breakfast fit for kings laid out on the dining room table.
"Merry Christmas, you two!" Addi told us as she pulled us both in for massive hugs. We all sat down and enjoyed the food and the time we spent together. Holding her hand to her stomach, Addi said, "I'm stuffed… Well, I guess it's time for presents, then?"
Hermione and I stood up and just about ran to the sitting room where the tree rested. As we were leaving the dining room, I heard Addi say to Petri, "Would you mind bringing a coffee tray?"
"Yes mistress." He said as he made his way back into the kitchen.
"Here, sit down." I told Hermione, gesturing at a cozy armchair. She sat down with a smile and shortly after, Addi came in and sat in her usual spot on the sofa.
I began separating out the presents under the tree and noticed that there were more presents than the last time I counted them two days ago.
I carried a good sized pile to Hermione. At the look of confusion on her face, I told her, "I owled Ginny and told her you were here. She must have told the others." She smiled and accepted the stack of presents. I dragged my pile over to her armchair and sat down on the floor to open them.
We all opened our gifts and I was happy to see that Addi had given me an add-on for my broomstick that would allow me to attach my wand to the handle while I was flying. Mom and dad had sent a card with a muggle gift certificate to one of my favorite clothing stores and a silver chain with an intricate raven pendant. Addi must have told dad about my animagus training… I thought to myself.
"Here, let me put it on you…" Hermione said as she reached for the pendant. After it was around my neck, she leaned back and smiled. "It's stunning on you." She kissed my cheek again as I stood up.
"Hang on I have to go get your present, 'Mione." I ran up the stairs to our room and retrieved a small package that I had hidden in a drawer next to the bed. When I came back downstairs, Hermione was holding another package. This one was a cylindrical tube about twenty inches long.
"This is yours from me." She said as she handed me the tube. I held it in my hands and couldn't fathom what was in the cardboard package. "Go on and open it, Jay."
I popped the lid off of the end of the tube and a roll of canvas slid out. I slowly unrolled it and a beautiful shaded pencil drawing was revealed. It was of two girls. The taller one with dark, long hair was behind a shorter girl. The one in the front had her arm reached up and around to trail her fingers down the cheek of the other girl while the dark haired one wrapped both of her arms around the girl in front of her. They looked to be on a dance floor with faceless people around them. Their own faces were indistinguishable but, beautiful and I knew exactly who they were.
"That's us, well at least how I saw us on Halloween night." Hermione told me as I continued to study the drawing.
"Hermione, did you… did you draw this?" I asked her with awe shining on my face.
She smiled and answered, "Yes. I've been working on it for a while now. I thought since you shared your secret passion for music, I would share mine with you."
"It's beautiful, 'Mione. Thank you so much." I leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
Addi once again had to clear her throat to remind us that we were not alone. "Let me see it, Jay." She said. I handed it over to her and after a moment of gazing upon the artwork, she said, "Hermione, you are very talented. This is magnificent."
Blushing, Hermione answered, "Thank you…"
"Jay, would you like for me to have this framed for you? I have a friend in town that will do wonderful work. I need to go see him tomorrow, anyway." Addi offered.
"Yes please. Thank you." I replied. Turning to Hermione and pulling the envelope out of my pocket. "It's going to be lame compared to what you gave me but, I hope you like it."
She took the envelope and opened it. Two tickets fell out. Reading the first one, Hermione's eyes went wide. I was smiling like an idiot when she said, "Jay, this is a ticket for international travel… Where am I going?"
"Read the next one." I told her, almost bursting with excitement.
She scanned the second ticket and gasping, put her hand to her mouth. "This is a huge concert!" I had bought us both tickets to the biggest music festival in the southeast United States. "And 311 is going to be there! Wait… Jay, this is in Atlanta, Georgia… Oh–" She picked up the other ticket and realized the destination was Atlanta. "Oh gods, Jay this is incredible!" She dropped the tickets in her lap and pounced on me, squeezing the life out of me. "So when do we leave?" She asked with a shining smile on her face.
"So you want to go, then?" I asked, playfully.
She slapped me in the arm and said, "Of course I want to go!"
"Our flight is tomorrow."
"Bring your dirty clothes down to the wash today. Don't want you two taking stinky clothes to Atlanta." Addi told us both.
After some of the excitement died down and Addi opened her gift from me (a hand-crafted, silk dressing gown), Hermione and I went upstairs to pack our bags for our trip. It didn't take me long to pack at all because I knew what to expect but, Hermione on the other hand was having a tougher time deciding on what to bring.
"Jay, I have no idea what to bring!" She was going through all of the clothes she had with her and couldn't seem to make up her mind. "And I have nothing to wear to a concert."
"Can I make a suggestion?" I asked her. Her stare was enough of an answer for me. "The festival is three days long but, I imagine we won't be there for the whole thing. 311 aren't going on until the very last night. There will also be parties everywhere for New Years. So, a couple outfits fit for a concert and some party wear should cover it.
Instead of helping, it seemed that my tidbit had made it worse. Hermione now look on the verge of hysterics. "Jay, I don't have clothes like that…"
"Then borrow some of mine." I told her.
"I can't wear your clothes, Jay. They'd be too tight. You're a rail and I'm… Well, I'm no rail."
"I wouldn't be complaining about seeing you in tight clothes…" I mumbled but, she heard me.
"Oh, you wouldn't, would you?" She laughed and seductively made her way to where I was standing in the corner. She pressed her lips lightly against my own and with a flick of a switch I was once again a puddle on the floor in the presence of a goddess. She was saying something but, I had no idea what it was. All I could concentrate on was our close proximity. "…Jay?" She was asking me something.
"Huh? What did you say?" I asked as I tore my gaze from the body in front of me.
"I was asking if we could go shopping before any of these said parties." She said.
"Yeah… Yeah, I know just the place." I had to shake my head like a dog to clear my mind of the haze that Hermione induced in me.
We finished packing up our things and spent the rest of the day hanging out with Addi and a couple of her friends. After Christmas dinner, Hermione and I convinced Addi and two of her friends to accompany us to our favorite pub. We stayed for a couple hours and eventually left past midnight, all of us more intoxicated than when we first walked in. Addi was further gone than any of us and after kissing a burly man at the bar, we decided that it was time to get her home. Of course, we couldn't leave until she had Gerald's phone number.
"Addi, you realize that you don't have a telephone, don't you?" I asked her as I supported her on one side while Hermione was on the other.
"Yes but, I can use the one in town if need be." She lapsed into a fit of giggles and it was infectious. Before long we were all giggling on the sidewalk. I hailed a cab considering none of us were fit to apparate. Once we were back at the house, I sent Addi to her room and told her get in bed. I poured a glass of water for her in the kitchen and took it up to her. She curled up in her large bed with the other two women on the other side. All three of them were already passed out. I left the cup of water on the nightstand and went back to my own room.
I wasn't prepared at all for what I found waiting for me. Hermione had passed out as well but, she had managed to take off most of her clothing. She was clad in only a pair of lacy underwear and lay face-down on the bed.
"If you're listening… please give me strength…" I whispered to the ceiling. After staring at her almost naked body for longer than I intended, I walked to the dresser and pulled out a large nightshirt. As I reached the edge of the bed I sat down and gently tapped Hermione on the shoulder. When she didn't stir, I started caressing the tops of her shoulders and speaking her name to bring her out of her slumber.
"Mmm… That's nice…" She mumbled as a defeated whimper escaped my lips.
"C'mon 'Mione… Please put this on…" I pleaded as I nudged the shirt against her side.
"Huh?" She murmured as she picked up her head from its resting place in the covers.
"You're naked and I want you to put this shirt on." I told her as I looked away across the room.
"Oh… Oh!" She took the offered shirt and sat up facing away from me. Pulling the shirt on, she was mumbling embarrassed apologies.
"It's okay. You don't have to apologize… Honestly–" I started to say as my gaze dropped to my hands that were folded in my lap. "Honestly I didn't want to wake you up…" My voice trailed off as it was my turn to blush.
"What do you mean?" She asked me. She was turned around to face me.
"I just mean… that you are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on and I didn't want to cover you up…" My ears were burning and I could feel the heat rising on my face. When I looked up to meet her eyes, I didn't expect the bashful smile that was evident on her face.
"You really think that of me?" She asked me modestly, her eyes now downcast.
"Gods yes!" I choked out. I reached for her hands and took them both in mine. "Hermione, I have never, ever felt this physically attracted to someone in my life."
Our eyes met again and we stayed that way for a few moments that lasted forever. She leaned in and I met her half way. Our lips met and I felt so much but, mostly I felt the overwhelming urge to lay her back on the bed and make love to her until the sun came up. She must have been on the same page as me because she broke our slow, sensual kiss and lay back, pulling me with her.
I positioned myself above her and studied her gentle features. I caressed the side of her face as I nuzzled against the other cheek. I felt her shudder as my breath tickled her ear. I was leaving soft kisses on her neck when she rolled us over. She looked into my face and we shared a smile. She placed another kiss on my lips and then pulled me into a sitting position. Her hands traced down my neck as she kissed me. When she reached the top of my leather jacket, she moved her hands under the jacket and began to slowly slide it off of my shoulders.
As I shrugged out of the jacket, we never broke our kiss. I felt her push on my shoulders, forcing me to lie back down. She moved her lips down my jaw line and starting kissing my neck. As she was nibbling my ear, her hand was trailing down the side of my body and across my hips. I felt her fingers at the button of my jeans. She wasn't attempting to undo them, yet but, I knew she was just waiting for my permission. I was able to nod out my reply and she immediately started to fumble with the stubborn button. She wasn't rushing and eventually the button popped open and she slowly slid the zipper down.
She broke away from me once again and pulled my jeans below my hips. Grabbing a pant leg in each hand, she pulled them away from my body completely and I was left in nothing but, a long sleeve tee shirt and my underwear. "There, now we're even…" She murmured playfully before laying down next to me.
I rolled over and kissed her passionately. We had been in this position many times before but, something felt different this time. It could have been the alcohol but, I knew that Hermione nor I actually drank that much, so that couldn't be it. It's different because you love each other and it's out in the open and now she is half-naked in your bed… In that moment, I knew that I wanted tonight to be the night that we took it further and with the way she was kissing and moving against me, I could tell that she was thinking the same thing as me.
I trailed my hand down the side of her body and when I reached the end of her shirt I slid my hand under the soft material. I traced patterns across the planes of her flat stomach, eliciting small whimpers out of the woman beneath me. I was drawing the shirt ever so slowly up her torso and deepening our kiss at the same time. When her stomach was exposed I broke our kiss and leaned down and placed feather light kisses on the skin there.
She was subtly pushing against me and arching her back slightly. I was building up the courage to do something that I had not yet done to Hermione and with an encouraging nod from her; I lifted the shirt higher and off of her body, exposing her breasts. I took a moment to memorize the sight in front of me. Her eyes were closed and her head was turned to the side with her hair cascading around her like a crown. Her chest was flushed pink with her want and was moving gently up and down. Her breasts were perfect – not too big, nor too small with perfectly pink nipples that were growing harder as I gazed down onto to her body. Her waist was thin but, curved gently outward at her hips that were still clad in the small, black lacy panties. She's a goddess… that was a thought that had run through my mind millions of times before but, I didn't truly understand it until that moment. Her body was the epitome of womanhood whereas I was more boyish and athletic in figure, giving me even more reason to cherish her.
I began to trail my hand that was resting on her stomach up her torso until I met her ribcage, where I moved my fingers to her side and continued their path upward. I caressed the side of her breast, enjoying the sight and the sounds that she was making. I placed my lips on her breast bone and kissed my way to the top of her other breast, while my hand continued its work. At that point, Hermione's hand snaked its way up and into my hair. She was trying to guide me to where she desperately wanted my mouth but, I wouldn't give in, choosing to kiss all around her nipple instead.
With my right hand I gently grasped her breast and massaged it, rubbing my thumb over a taut nipple. The sound that escaped her parted lips was heavenly and I finally gave in to her want. At first I just placed a kiss on the rosy peak, then, slowly flicked my tongue over it. She gasped as I put my mouth over her nipple and gently sucked. I rolled the other between my fingers and she arched her body into my touch, pulling my head closer to her.
When her back hit the bed again, I broke away from her breasts to kiss her lips again. It was slow and deliberate; filled with love and passion. I felt her hands trail down my sides until she reached the edge of my tee. Pulling it over my head, she marveled at my body as I did hers. Kneeling in front of her, I let her take her time as she studied me. She sat up as well and leaned in to kiss my neck again. With one hand she cradled my cheek and wrapped the other around me to caress my back. I leaned into her touch and sighed.
She began moving lower, all the while leaving a trail of kisses. When she reached the tops of my small breasts, she copied my movements from before. It occurred to me in that moment that she had never done this before and was probably extremely nervous. I know that I was the first time I had sex with a woman. But, with the way that she used her mouth and hands, you'd think that she was a pro.
Sensing that she didn't know what to do next, I took the step for her. I had her lie back down with me suspended above her. I kissed her lips, whispered that I loved her in her ear and made my way down her body. I stopped to love both of her breasts again before I continued my journey lower. I dipped my tongue into her navel, which elicited more soft moans from Hermione. When I reached the top of the lace underwear, I placed a kiss on the skin above them and looked up for permission. Our eyes locked and I saw what I needed there.
I hooked my thumbs under the strips of lace and gently pulled them away from her body as she lifted her hips. She was revealed to me and I immediately noticed that she was clean shaven. Not exactly what I had expected considering the mass of curls on her head but, I was appreciative nonetheless. Positioning myself between her legs, I wrapped my arms around her surprisingly strong legs. I kissed the inside of her thigh and bit down gently, causing her to moan again. The sounds she was making were causing a fire to begin to burn strong in my lower abdomen and I itched to speed things up but, I was determined to make this perfect and special for Hermione.
I used a fat, lazy tongue to part her lips and she bucked at the first bit of contact with my mouth. After she relaxed, I repeated the action and was met, not with shock, but, with a pleasurable groan. I curled my tongue around her clit and flicked it ever so slightly. Sucking on it gently caused Hermione to shift her hips under me and unashamedly, she spread her legs wider to allow me better access. When she did, I dipped my tongue into her hot center and was met with the most exotic taste I had ever experienced. As with her scent, Hermione's taste was exhilarating and I'm pretty sure it went straight to my head.
"Uhn… Jay…" I heard her murmur as her hand buried itself within my hair. I continued licking at her until she whispered, "C'mere…"
I looked up and was met with the wildest, most passionate look I had ever seen on Hermione. I moved up and lay next to her. "Kiss me…" She said softly as she pulled me in for a deep kiss.
Both of our mouths were open wide, tasting and feeling each other. I knew that she could taste herself on my lips and that thought was just as hot and exciting as the whole situation. Breaking the kiss, she purred, "I want to feel you…"
"Mmm… you don't have to…" I told her even though my body was screaming for the exact opposite of what I said.
"No, I want to, Jay." She said as she trailed her hand down and slipped it under the boy shorts I was wearing. She gasped and her eyes rolled back when she realized how wet and hot she had made me. "Oh gods…" She whispered in my ear. She removed her hand only to discard of my underwear and quickly placed her hand between my legs again.
My body felt like it was about to burst at her gentle touch. I reached down between her thighs and ran a finger through her folds, groaning at the feeling of her wet heat. As Hermione began to rub slow circles around my clit, I placed one finger at her entrance. I pushed slightly and was once again reminded that Hermione had never been with anyone before. She squeezed her eyes shut as I pushed a finger inside of her. She stopping the circles her fingers were making to take a breath.
"You okay?" I asked her, my voice full of concern.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Just… just go slow…" She told me as she met my gaze.
"Okay…" I replied as I slowly pulled out of her.
She closed her eyes again and pulled me on top of her. I hated hurting her in any way but, soon she started to enjoy what I was doing. She began to rock her hips in rhythm with my movements. When I thought it was safe, I placed another finger at her entrance. She nodded in the affirmative and I pushed two fingers inside of her.
She cried out and I was afraid that I had hurt her so, I stopped. "No. Don't stop, Jay." She told me in a rush of breath.
We picked up a slow rhythm and rocked against each other. The painful look on her face was replaced with a look of sheer pleasure as I picked up the pace and strength of my thrusts. I was pleasantly surprised when her hand found my crotch again. Her fingers were working away at my clit and we were both grinding our hips into each other. A thin layer of sweat began to cover both of our bodies as we moved in synch with each other. I maneuvered my thumb to massage her clit as I pumped my fingers in and out of her, feeling her inner walls begin to contract.
"Gods, I'm… I'm close…" She was barely able to moan out the words.
I gently curled my fingers inside of her and I felt an orgasm begin to rip through her body as she cried out her pleasure. I stopped thrusting but, continued to apply pressure inside of her and on her clit. Her movements paused and I ground myself into her hand as my own orgasm exploded within me. We both rode out our pleasure for as long as possible before we both collapsed on the bed.
I rolled onto my back and smiled contently at the beautiful woman beside me. When Hermione's eyes fluttered open, she returned a smile of her own. "That was amazing, Jay…" She told me right before she leaned up on her elbow and placed a kiss on my lips. Our lips moved against each other for a moment before we broke it off.
She was shaking with her effort to sit up so I pushed her onto her back and continued our kiss, deepening it until she was softly moaning again but, I chose not to push it further. "You were incredible…" I told her after our kiss ended. "I hope you don't regret it?" My statement sounded more like a question
"Of course not." She replied as she pushed a stray strand of hair off of my forehead. She trailed her fingers down to the center of my chest and placed her palm against the place above my heart. "I love you, Jay and I am happy that we got to share this together."
I placed my hand over hers and we shared another sweet kiss before we decided to actually get under the covers. Hermione curled up into my side and rested her head on my chest, looking up into my face. I kissed her forehead and murmured "I love you" over and over again until she fell asleep. When her breathing became deep and rhythmic, I let all of the emotions I was feeling flow. My eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to spill over and I was overcome with feeling. I had never felt this way before and had to take a few deep breaths to calm myself before I finally shut my eyes and drifted off into a deep, contented sleep.
A/N: First, what did you think? I don't think I'm that great at writing smutty stuff but, I don't think it was too bad. Second off I'd like to point out that the soundtrack to their lovemaking was Colorblind by Counting Crowes and 2 Becomes 1 by the Spice girls… Cheesy I know but, you can blame the Olympics for that one.