For a moment, Shane just lay on her back and looked up at the ceiling. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, a light sheen of sweat causing her to shiver as the air ghosted over her body. She rolled to her right, trapping her arms beneath her as she lay on her stomach and gazed over at the man beside her.

His black and blue hair was disheveled, plastered to his face and neck with sweat. His chest, too, rose and fell with deep breaths, and his skin shone. When he felt her eyes on him, he turned his head to look at her, half a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"We've been married a year, why the fuck didn't we do that sooner?" asked Shane with a cheeky grin. They both knew the for real, no fun reason why, but at the moment that didn't matter in the least.

Kiyoshi laughed, and Shane admired the roll of his Adam's apple as the sound fell from his lips. Unable to resist, she released one hand from beneath her and ran her palm across his chest. Her fingertips felt the strength of the muscle, the taunt feel of the skin. In response he rolled to his side, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull their bodies together. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then put his own forehead against hers.

Shane smiled, feeling the flutter of happiness overtaking her mind. She hadn't felt this euphoric in a long time, and she couldn't describe the feeling as anything other than what it was: Love. When she looked in his eyes, she saw it. She felt it when he kissed her, his lips moving passionately against her own. The protection she felt when his strong arms were around her, it was nothing like she had ever felt before. She could submit to this man – she could trust him.

He chuckled, his hand moving to cup her face and direct her eyes to look into his. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, but she did not feel the probing sensation in her mind that indicated he was using his natural born power to read her mind. He only wanted to know if she wanted him to know.

She felt so grateful in that moment, and the only way she felt she could express it was to lean forward and kiss him. She lingered there for a long time, completely engulfed in the feeling of how his lips conformed to hers, how her nerves danced when his fingers brushed across her bare skin, and the warmth of skin – it was intoxicating.

"I think," she purred in his ear, "I would like to fuck you." She smirked.

Kiyoshi smirked as well, their moment of tenderness easily erased by a feeling of primal lust. Without warning, he gripped her biceps and rolled her onto her back as he came to straddle her. She yelped in surprise and then giggled, grinning up at him.

He memorized how she looked in this moment – her blonde hair splayed over the mattress like strands of gold, her red eyes twinkling with mischief. Her long canines glinted in the light of the lamps, adding an edge to her smirk.

And he felt a surge of true love.