A night like any other. All the same, it held its own melody. The notes, the same, yet the way they were sung twisted to find their own life every time they met. The words were few, but they were spoken with the weight of ages. Trust and unison wove within the very walls with every devoted act, every twist, turn and touch bound to strings that he held, knowing well it should be no other way.
The adoration shared was unmistakable. Conversations were shared through mere looks. Wordless cries bared his name, sang true of delight and offered gratitude all in the same turn.
Her eyes sat upon him, expectantly. The evening sifted by as they shared this gaze, the line between torment and ecstasy fading away as the morning light crept closer. Tension grew, the discipline she held beginning to crack. He moved only when the apex of her tolerance was found, instinct trained through familiarity conducting his motions.
Firm pressure of his forefinger tipped her chin upward, stilling her faint trembling as he made certain she could see the truth within his eyes as he spoke the simple words long awaited.