she was standing in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around her body, a frown on her face.

"you're looovely..." he grinned from his spot leaning against the wall.

her frown shifted over to him in the mirror.

his smile widened, and he walked over to her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. "you are..." he whispered into her neck, and began kissing up to her lips, "so lovely..." he turned her around so that they were face to face, "clothes..." he pulled her into him, kissing her gently, "or not..."

she swatted at him, and turned back around to the mirror.

his hand trailed down the towel, to where it met her legs. "i..." his hand slipped underneath the towel, and gently headed upwards, "just thought..." and then suddenly his finger brushed against her opening... "you should know that..." and he began kissing down to where his hand was slowly teasing her, and he gently tugged the towel down with his teeth, exposing breasts, and then the towel was on the floor, and he was on his knees behind her, their eyes locked in the mirror.

she inclined her head, giving permission, and turned around, legs spread further apart.

warm, soft tongue replaced slightly calloused fingers, and each lick across and in caused shivers and soft moans.

minutes passed as the warmth of his tongue inched inward, her moans becoming more frequent. her legs spreading further apart, eyes becoming filled with need, want, lust, desire, passion...

and then he stopped, his eyes-- full of the same emotions-- looking up into her dialatied pupils, and he whispered against soft flesh, "you're so..." he turned, cheek against thigh, eyes cast away, and then, looking back at her, "lovely" and then the kisses, and the licks slowly started up again...

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after sex, he always felt like talking. talking for hours, about nothing, just so that she would stay awake, keep him company, and so he could feel her returning the emotion he so badly wanted to express, but couldn't quite say...

but, he would keep repeating "you're so lovely..." in a different tone, with a different action, and a different volume... those words being the closest he could come to what he actually wanted to express...

when, suddenly, she stares at him, and says, "i love you, too."

and he's lost in those words, amazed that she knew what he meant...

and that's when he realizes, it must be love...