*Raphael*
After I made love to her, lethargy settled in and I fell asleep still nestled inside her with one of her legs draped over my hip. I don't think I have moved for the remainder of the night, because she is still within the circle of my arms when I awaken.
It bothers me to realize how comforting it feels. I'm not a man accustomed to comfort. Comforts, yes. A good bed, a sturdy ship, well-tailored clothes. But comfort, bestowed by another, is foreign. Yet I can't deny the joy it brings me to find her near enough that with only a slight adjustment of my body I can be buried deeply within her once again. A lovely way to greet the day.
"Raphael?" She nudges me. "Raphael, I hear the lark. You must go."
Forcing my eyes open, I greet her concerned expression with a grin. "Twenty more
