It was a strange thing to feel affection for another person. He knew that he would do whatever he could to make her happy and to be able to have these quiet moments together. That love only made him desire her more.

"I used to think that made me weak. Now, I think I know differently." This great love between them made him far from weak. She made him stronger than he'd ever been. She wasn't afraid of him or using him for his power. She loved him for who he was, the still moments like these and whatever ugliness he possessed in between.

He sighs contentedly when her forehead touches his, his hands moving down her sides again so he can adjust them in bed, with him sliding a leg over hers to move on top of her. His hands caress her skin, moving from her sides to her legs and back up again. Their exchange of body heat made him feel as content as a lothcat and he never tired of touching her. Kissing was another of his favorite pleasures all on its own.

Already that desire to make love again stirred in the pit of his stomach. It brought them closer than they were now and he craved that, wishing that the two of them could just melt into one another until neither knew where the other started or ended.