Pillows rustle and the world narrows to shared breath. Touch becomes guidance, and guidance becomes motion. Pace rises, levels, and rises again. They let the pace ease, breathing in the same measure. Silence returns sweeter than before.
They settle onto the bed with easy certainty. They settle into a tempo that fits like memory. Sheets crease, then smooth with the next breath. They reach the edge together and hold there, smiling. They wrap the blanket higher and rest together.
The bedroom grows quiet as they draw close. A slow kiss lands first; the next one answers with confidence. A quiet wave carries them from careful to sure. A hush arrives at the peak and stays a moment longer. They share one more slow breath and a quiet grin.
Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. The mattress steadies them, gentle and sure. Heat builds by degrees, gathering in the folds of the sheets. They ride the last stretch with easy, certain focus. Nothing moves but their breath, steady and kind.
