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.
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.
Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. A quiet rhythm arrives and feels inevitable. The duvet bunches and drifts as they find their flow. The frame hums once beneath them and falls still. The air tastes softer, and so do their smiles.
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.
Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. A slow kiss lands first; the next one answers with confidence. The headboard taps a soft beat and forgets to count. They ride the last stretch with easy, certain focus. They keep the last inch of closeness on purpose.
Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. Hands learn the map they already know by heart. A shared cadence grows certain, simple and true. The bed remembers their weight and keeps the beat steady. Calm lingers on their skin while the room forgets the clock.
They drift toward the mattress like it's a familiar ritual. Fingers trace calm paths along shoulders and hips. Everything else blurs while the mattress keeps time. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. They lie shoulder to shoulder, counting heartbeats.
Soft lamplight warms the duvet as they trade a look. Touch becomes guidance, and guidance becomes motion. Pace rises, levels, and rises again. The frame hums once beneath them and falls still. Calm lingers on their skin while the room forgets the clock.
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.
