She had woken up, infact. As the male had stirred in bed...her bed that she'd willingly shared, she'd woken up with the langorous feeling of having being loved, and loved well. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she unconciously snuggled closer, breathing in ther combined scents and the morning after smells. She gave a warm, lazy smile, her voice husky with sleep and pleasure. "Very much so. You?"
She knew he'd have to get up and leave soon. She didn't look forward to it, but also remembered that he wasn't hers to claim, wasn't hers to keep. It was a fleeting, transient thing they'd shared, and she cherished every last moment of it, up to and incluing this part. The golden post-coital time of early morning.
The rising sun painted the room in soft shades of color, bringng the room alive. She took his hand gently, simply enjoying the moment and living it whole heartedly. He would leave soon, but soon wasn't now. Now was now, and tomorrow was another day. They'd found what they were looking for in an evening of passion.
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