They drift toward the mattress like it's a familiar ritual. Fingers trace calm paths along shoulders and hips. The room narrows to breath and heartbeat. The bed remembers their weight and keeps the beat steady. They keep the last inch of closeness on purpose.
A calm hush settles once they find the center of the bed. A quiet rhythm arrives and feels inevitable. The room narrows to breath and heartbeat. Quiet gathers around the pillows like a promise kept. Peace settles over the bed and decides to stay.
The bedroom grows quiet as they draw close. Hands learn the map they already know by heart. Pace rises, levels, and rises again. A hush arrives at the peak and stays a moment longer. Nothing moves but their breath, steady and kind.
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.
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 room feels lighter when they meet over the quilt. A slow kiss lands first; the next one answers with confidence. A quiet wave carries them from careful to sure. They reach the edge together and hold there, smiling. Peace settles over the bed and decides to stay.
The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. They trade soft nods that say keep going. The headboard taps a soft beat and forgets to count. 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.
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 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.
