There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

[She hooks an arms around his neck as he hoists her up into his arms, leaning against him and nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. She doesn't want to rush things either but it's hard to deny something when it feels right, when it feels needed.

Her bedroom is dark but the city lights from outside the large window by the bed give them both enough light to see yet enough shadows to create a dreamy sort of atmosphere. She watches as he slowly takes off his shirt, her eyes drinking in the sight of the way his muscles move with such a simple movement.]

I love you too.

[She murmurs and welcomes him into her arms, kissing him back deeply as she presses her body against his. Her own hands slide up his bare back, mapping out the muscles and shapes, ones that she used to know by heart and is now pleased to rediscover.]