True Feelings

He stared at her, not quite believing what he’d just heard. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Do something! he yelled at himself.
She sighed, he didn’t make any kind of move to let her know how he felt about what she’d said. She moved, preparing to get off him and leave the room.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her back down, kissing her passionately. She moaned into him, hands slowly moving to his pants. He reached for her shirt, slowly unbuttoning it and pushing it off her shoulders.
He kissed her neck, her shoulder, savoring the taste of her skin. His hands wound around her, unclasping her bra and pushing it off. Their lips met again and he turned, lightly laying her on the bed.
She kissed him more urgently, still not quite believing that this was really happening. She thought she was dreaming- again. He kissed her neck, chest, stomach. His lips pressed against the skin just under her hipline, he kissed her through the cloth that covered her sex.
She gasped softly as he kissed her inner thigh and slipped the last piece of her clothing off her body. He quickly slipped out of his pants and boxers and made his way back up her body. He held his weight over her and looked her in the eyes, silently questioning her.
“I need you.” She whispered in reply, pulling him down to her lips. He slowly, gently slid himself inside her.
She suddenly felt so right, as if this was how they were meant to be. He too felt it and began to stroke in and out of her at a slow, steady pace. He kissed her deeply, tongue lightly exploring her mouth. She moaned softly, pushing her hips up to meet his. Their hands clasped together as they found a rhythm.
He moved to kiss her neck, stroking deeper into her. She gasped, mouth parted in a small pout.
She arched herself into him, whimpering low in her throat.
He ventured further, feeling them both rising to climax. His lips found hers again, parting them and slipping his tongue inside.
They sped up a little as they explored one another’s mouths.
She felt her body heat rise and her muscles spasmed around him. Their breathing became labored as they reached climax and he pushed inside her once more.
They climaxed simultaneously and he captured her lips with his again, kissing her deeply.
They pulled away, shaking as they came down from the wave of ecstasy. Her lips quivered and he kissed her again, pulling away to push a strand of hair from her face.
He looked down at her lovingly, staring deep into her eyes. The sound of their breathing softened as it slowly returned to normal.
“I love you.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss her again.
“I love you.” She answered just before their lips met. She reached a hand to his face, stroking his cheek.
They gazed at each other, lost one another’s eyes. The shrill sound of the phone ringing startled them and he looked away, towards the living room.
“Someone should probably get that… might be important.” she smiled. He looked at her and sighed, smiling.
“You win.” He got out of bed and grabbed his pants, slipping them on and buttoning them as he left the room and went to get the phone.
She sat up, slipping her clothes back on. She moved to get up, but stopped and thought a moment. She smiled and slipped her pants back off, and grabbed one of his shirts from a folded pile from the dryer. She got up and started out of the room, bumping into him.
She jumped, “Who was it?”
He stared at her at first, amazed at how gorgeous she could look in just a shirt. “You’re gorgeous.” He said, dragging his eyes from her body to her face.
She smiled and nodded. “Thanks… I think. The uh, phone?”
“Oh! Uh, wrong number actually.” He slipped his arms around her and kissed her neck. She moaned, laughing lightly. “
“We should probably get to bed… we’ve gotta get up in-“ she glanced back at the clock on his night stand. “Unh, five hours.” She moaned, not happy.
He smiled and kissed her softly. “Alright.”
They crawled into bed. She lay with her back to his chest, his arms wrapped around, pulling her close and her head comfortably under his chin.
They fell asleep quickly and peacefully. ******************************************************
At five thirty, when the alarm rang, Wesley moaned, turning over and glaring at the clock. He looked back at Faith, seeing she hadn’t woken up and was still sleeping peacefully. He smiled and unplugged the clock, turning back to his lover and wrapping his arms around her again. She snuggled deeper into his embrace and he inhaled the scent of her hair before surrendering to the darkness again.