"Be my guest," Alan laughs, leaning up against her from behind, wrapping his arms around her and gently squeezing. He breathes in the scent of her hair, so fresh, so clean.

Laying her head back, she feels the warmth of her breath caress her neck. He gently kisses her exposed neck...soft kisses that lead to her ear. He starts to whisper something, but not being able to speak, begins kissing all over her ear...pulling her to him.

She reaches back with her hand and softly touches his cheek...closing her eyes. "I just feel a little like holding you for a while if that is ok?" he asks. She nods her head, "You can hold me as long as you want to."

Turning around, she slides her arms around his back...hugging him, laying her head on his chest. Running his hands up and down her back...he pulls her in tight. He sighs, "I enjoy your body so close to mine. Snuggling closer to him, he kisses her forehead.

Swaying back and forth as if there is music somewhere, he smiles, "Can you hear it?" She can, but doesn't know the name of the song...it doesn't matter as long as she is in his arms.

He loves the way she feels , so soft...it makes him feel strong and alive. She loves his arms around her...making her feel secure...loved.

Glancing at the roaring fire in the corner of the room, he tries to remember what he used to do with his free time before he met her. Softly caressing her lower back, he holds her tight...chills run up and down her spine. He tilts her chin up to see his eyes in the light of the fire in hers, staring tenderly into hers for a moment. After what seems an eternity, he's just too weak to fight off the urge to kiss her anymore. He finds himself leaning towards her, looking at her licking her lips...then looks back into her eyes. She smiles, waiting for his lips to touch hers...sliding her hands up his back and then down again.

Their lips are so close that he can almost feel them...they both give in and let them land softly. His rub gently across hers...his eyes closing....he kisses her softly all over her lips and cheeks.

Her knees buckle...she quickly lifts her arms up around his neck and holds on to keep from falling. He holds her very close.

He parts his lips slowly, to find her tongue and gently teases hers a bit. They take turns sucking each other's tongues...his hands on her hips now...pulling her up against him. Moving her hands up, her fingers lace through his hair... she kisses him deeper.

Taking her hand, he leads her over to the couch, sinking down, lifting his feet up on it. Recling a bit, he holds his hand out to her, motioning for her to join him. She smiles at him, and takes his hand, letting him pull her onto the couch next to him.

She lies beside him , her face inches away from his. He traces her lips with his fingertips... smiling...studying every feature on her face, then pulls her to him, kissing her again. She looks into his eyes, amazed... then giving silent thanks for him.

All he really feels like doing is laying there with her...talking, laughing, kissing, crying, singing...watching the fire or each other.

She softly traces her fingertips over his lips...his jaw...cheeks...touching his face... telling him that she loves being with him...it doesn't matter what they do. He isn't ruling out the possibility of what might happen when they touch like that. He asks her what she will do if he has to have her later. Sighing, she answers that he will just have to have her then.

Looking into her eyes again, he softly strokes her hair, pushing it away from her face, then leans into her lips, kissing them softly. Her hand slides up his chest to his face...laying her there... caressing as she kisses him passionately.

He makes her forget everything while they are together. He starts to ask her what kind of things, but before she can answer, he covers her mouth with his, and kisses her deep and full of passion.

She pulls away for a minute...looking into his eyes...telling him that he makes her forget unhappy things. Quickly, she tells him to forget what she just said. He doesn't want to forget...he knows she is guarding her heart, and is afraid to let anyone in now. Pressing his lips to her forehead he knows she has been hurt so profoundly.

With her hand on his chest, she feels him breathing and watches his stomach rise and fall with each breath. She thinks about what he told her...that there is another and that he never thought about spending time with anyone else till he met her. It's a little hard for him to sort out, but he can't quit coming back...it's as if she has a magnetic pull on him.

Telling him that if they decide not to meet anymore, she would like to be told...she cares about him a lot...it must be the same magnet. He wonders if there is more than they are willing to admit. They do make good love together, but she thinks maybe that's all there is.

Taking her hand in his, he kisses it. He doesn't really know how to describe how she makes him feel, and can only say that she is an extremely passionate lover, very playful, incredibly creative, and makes him crazy for her.

He kisses her again, holds her in his arms, and thanks her for being his late night girl. He loves their time together.

So does she.