[Too far gone for much thought now, except the decision of whether to roll her to her back, or finish like this, warm and easy. They had been so frantic to see each other earlier in the evening, and now, they have all night, and two more days. With her hand pressed to his chest and the way he can feel her reaching a height of pleasure all about him, he stays where he is, kisses her harder. His free hand reaches down to cup her bottom, and, moving with her, he makes a soft, hoarse cry; a shudder of delight.
The food can wait. The whole world can wait. Soon enough, he extinguishes the light in the room and gathers her against him for sleep. He'll have to tell her, he decides, before he drifts off, that sleeping in her arms, in truth, is at least as good as anything else he does there.]
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The food can wait. The whole world can wait. Soon enough, he extinguishes the light in the room and gathers her against him for sleep. He'll have to tell her, he decides, before he drifts off, that sleeping in her arms, in truth, is at least as good as anything else he does there.]
[FIN.]