The bedroom grows quiet as they draw close. Fingers trace calm paths along shoulders and hips. The duvet bunches and drifts as they find their flow. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. They lie shoulder to shoulder, counting heartbeats.
Pillows rustle and the world narrows to shared breath. Touch becomes guidance, and guidance becomes motion. A shared cadence grows certain, simple and true. Warmth crests like tidewater and lays them back down. Calm lingers on their skin while the room forgets the clock.
The headboard waits while they decide together. A quiet rhythm arrives and feels inevitable. They follow the same unspoken cue toward the center. Warmth crests like tidewater and lays them back down. They wrap the blanket higher and rest together.
Pillows rustle and the world narrows to shared breath. A quiet rhythm arrives and feels inevitable. The duvet bunches and drifts as they find their flow. The bed remembers their weight and keeps the beat steady. They lie shoulder to shoulder, counting heartbeats.
Pillows rustle and the world narrows to shared breath. They settle into a tempo that fits like memory. The room narrows to breath and heartbeat. They ride the last stretch with easy, certain focus. The air tastes softer, and so do their smiles.
Warm air gathers over the sheets while they inch closer. They settle into a tempo that fits like memory. They follow the same unspoken cue toward the center. They let the pace ease, breathing in the same measure. They share one more slow breath and a quiet grin.
The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. They settle into a tempo that fits like memory. Everything else blurs while the mattress keeps time. Warmth crests like tidewater and lays them back down. Nothing moves but their breath, steady and kind.
A calm hush settles once they find the center of the bed. The mattress steadies them, gentle and sure. Sheets crease, then smooth with the next breath. A final swell drifts into soft silence. Silence returns sweeter than before.
A nod replaces words as they lean into the pillows. Hands learn the map they already know by heart. Pace rises, levels, and rises again. A final swell drifts into soft silence. Nothing moves but their breath, steady and kind.
The headboard waits while they decide together. They align without hurry, letting patience lead the pace. The duvet bunches and drifts as they find their flow. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. Afterward, they stay cheek to cheek, unhurried.
