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smithereensAilin wakes in her husband's arms for the first time in her life; she thinks, a little sleepily, that this is a feeling she could get used to. Warm contentment fills her entire body and brings an unbidden, devastating smile to her face that she buries in Souza's chest.
He stirs then, and tightens the arm claiming her waist, though it's impossible to drag her closer. When she chances a look up at him, she finds that he's smiling too, still blinking the sleep out of his eyes.
His gaze catches hers, and Ailin feels her smile widen and a blush creep up her face and a happiness that resounds with every rapid beat of her heart. She presses her face into his chest again.
"Good morning," he says, a low rumble that echoes in her ear.
"Good morning." Her voice is muffled against his skin. She remembers the feel of this skin under her fingers, the slant of his lips against hers, the way his mouth seemed to consume her, and it's a long moment before she can meet his eyes again.
"I don't want to get up," she murmurs. His fingers comb lightly through her hair, and it seems to Ailin that the entire world spins around his gentle touch.
"How fortunate," he says, quiet and amused. "Neither do I."
Using the hand in her hair, he tips her head back and pulls her in for a kiss, slow and almost-chaste at first, until she wraps her arms around his neck and deepens it. He chuckles softly against her lips, a low, warm sound that sends shivers down her spine, and shifts to pin her down on the bed with the weight of his body.
"Souza—"
"I never tire of that," he interrupts, nipping lightly at her collarbone, so that she squirms underneath him and sighs through her smile.
"Souza," she repeats, more than a little breathlessly, and she's rewarded by the drag of his teeth down the column of her neck and a heavy hand at the jut of her hipbone. She says it again as she curls her fingers in his hair and pulls, and again as his hand dips into the space between her thighs, and they don't get up for a very long time.
He stirs then, and tightens the arm claiming her waist, though it's impossible to drag her closer. When she chances a look up at him, she finds that he's smiling too, still blinking the sleep out of his eyes.
His gaze catches hers, and Ailin feels her smile widen and a blush creep up her face and a happiness that resounds with every rapid beat of her heart. She presses her face into his chest again.
"Good morning," he says, a low rumble that echoes in her ear.
"Good morning." Her voice is muffled against his skin. She remembers the feel of this skin under her fingers, the slant of his lips against hers, the way his mouth seemed to consume her, and it's a long moment before she can meet his eyes again.
"I don't want to get up," she murmurs. His fingers comb lightly through her hair, and it seems to Ailin that the entire world spins around his gentle touch.
"How fortunate," he says, quiet and amused. "Neither do I."
Using the hand in her hair, he tips her head back and pulls her in for a kiss, slow and almost-chaste at first, until she wraps her arms around his neck and deepens it. He chuckles softly against her lips, a low, warm sound that sends shivers down her spine, and shifts to pin her down on the bed with the weight of his body.
"Souza—"
"I never tire of that," he interrupts, nipping lightly at her collarbone, so that she squirms underneath him and sighs through her smile.
"Souza," she repeats, more than a little breathlessly, and she's rewarded by the drag of his teeth down the column of her neck and a heavy hand at the jut of her hipbone. She says it again as she curls her fingers in his hair and pulls, and again as his hand dips into the space between her thighs, and they don't get up for a very long time.
