A nod replaces words as they lean into the pillows. Fingers trace calm paths along shoulders and hips. A shared cadence grows certain, simple and true. The frame hums once beneath them and falls still. They keep the last inch of closeness on purpose.
They drift toward the mattress like it's a familiar ritual. They trade soft nods that say keep going. The headboard taps a soft beat and forgets to count. 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 trade soft nods that say keep going. Pace rises, levels, and rises again. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. 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.
