Feelings...Bedded

Laying next to her, he felt good. He was going to seal the deal. If not tonight, than in one of the nights later. Looking into her blue eyes, as they lay, touching, learning, feeling the body of the other. He remembered every detail, as his hands, fingers, dexterous from years of playing the saxophone, strong and slightly rough from hours of work he had put into his body pushing iron. He stifled the urge to flinch as she touched his arms, shoulders neck, breathing was difficult. His tension melted slowly away. Conversation had been set aside for a few moments, kissing, making love with their mouths. She was a biter, a forceful, playful, kisser, different, completely from her American counterparts.

She was sad. Her ex-boyfriend was being an ass-hole, visiting the country, in the same group as her. She was angry, and as he lay beside her he fed off that. He talked her down from the rage that she felt, he held her, protected her. He kissed her pushing her further, further, further. He knew what he was doing. He had never done this before. Well he had slept with someone before, but it had been under the influence, awkward, rushed. He didn’t, couldn’t rush this. Now was not the time to push her all the way. She was vulnerable, she needed him, just as he needed her body.

Beautiful would hardly begin to describe her, fit, not thin, muscled, with a small amount of fat, she was clearly an athlete. Enchanting was not nearly the right word to describe her personality. She could drag anyone into her circle, her mood effected those near her. She was incredible interesting, smarter than most. She would talk for hours, about nothing at all, and everything. He was perhaps enthralled with her, slightly obsessed, she was everything he looked for.

He didn’t know completely what was going through his head. He knew what he wanted, and he knew how to get it. He had made his moves appropriately, and easily. Perhaps a little slow. He wanted to sleep with her, he wanted, needed, her body, he needed her soul. He was happy, holding her, for as long as he could warming her, protecting her. It was all he knew.