She sighed as she sunk into his warm chest. His arms had her in a tight grasp, but for her it was comforting. Being in his arms again felt like sitting in front of a warm fire after standing outside in the cold rain. She could hear the fast pace of his heart and feel his chest moving up and down as he breathed, somewhat quickly.
They were sitting on the couch in his basement watching a movie. She looked up at him and he brushed the hair out of her face, then stroked her temples, cheek, jawbone, neck. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead, nose, mouth. He continued down her neck and onto her bare shoulders. He raised his head and kissed her lips, but it wasn't just a peck. It was a deep, passionate kiss.
They kissed for a long time, neither could remember how long. After she lay across his lap, his arm cradled around her waist. He watched as she yawned, slowly closed her eyes and drifted off into a light sleep. She didn't snore; she was lovely. He sat there with her until the movie was over but the movie received only a few rare glances. Once the movie ended, he turned off the television; the basement completely dark except for the flickering orange light of the fire. He positioned himself behind her very carefully, still making sure his arm was around her, and his face was now behind her head. His other arm was beneath his head and her head was in his hand. He could smell her mango and peach scented hair; he thought it had to be one of the most beautiful scents in the world. As he lay there he realized he knew that she, her body, her love, her soul... was everything he ever needed. He fell asleep until they both woke up on a beautiful, sunny, Sunday morning.
