Curtain light stretches across the bed and steadies the room. Touch becomes guidance, and guidance becomes motion. Everything else blurs while the mattress keeps time. Quiet gathers around the pillows like a promise kept. Peace settles over the bed and decides to stay.
A calm hush settles once they find the center of the bed. They align without hurry, letting patience lead the pace. Heat builds by degrees, gathering in the folds of the sheets. The bed remembers their weight and keeps the beat steady. The air tastes softer, and so do their smiles.
A small laugh fades when their foreheads touch on the pillow. They breathe together until timing clicks into place. Heat builds by degrees, gathering in the folds of the sheets. The bed remembers their weight and keeps the beat steady. They wrap the blanket higher and rest together.
Soft lamplight warms the duvet as they trade a look. The mattress steadies them, gentle and sure. The duvet bunches and drifts as they find their flow. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. Peace settles over the bed and decides to stay.
Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. A slow kiss lands first; the next one answers with confidence. Pace rises, levels, and rises again. They let the pace ease, breathing in the same measure. They lie shoulder to shoulder, counting heartbeats.
The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. They align without hurry, letting patience lead the pace. The headboard taps a soft beat and forgets to count. A final swell drifts into soft silence. Calm lingers on their skin while the room forgets the clock.
The bedroom grows quiet as they draw close. They trade soft nods that say keep going. The room narrows to breath and heartbeat. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. Afterward, they stay cheek to cheek, unhurried.
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.
They drift toward the mattress like it's a familiar ritual. Touch becomes guidance, and guidance becomes motion. Pace rises, levels, and rises again. They ride the last stretch with easy, certain focus. Silence returns sweeter than before.
