Comfort In Darkness

Disclaimer: I won't gain anything from this. All fiction.

It's dark outside. It's early morning and if you look very closely, you can still see tiny white stars in the purplish backdrop. I used to feel melancholy if I was awake at this time.

I can't feel lonely, not now. I never can with Richard next to me.

I'm standing at the window of the home we're sharing. Home. It's a word we've both used so loosely before. It's funny how you never think of certain things until something happens to change your definition of it.

The dark blue curtains are parted and the window is raised, cool air drifting in and hitting my bare chest. I turn to look at Richard's prone form sleeping peacefully beneath the blankets. His body is curled comfortably, arms bent and pulled to his strong chest. He looks like a child.

He is beautiful, and sometimes it's so pleasant to think of how beautiful he really is that it actually hurts me. It's a nice pain, though. One of pure joy, of simply knowing we have each other.

I long to reach out and touch Richard. But I won't wake him up when he's sleeping so peacefully. To feel his smooth, pale skin, touch his dark hair, always gives me pleasure.

I used to hate the torture of not being able to. My hands pleaded with me to let them touch him, my lips begged me to kiss him, and I never could.

One day, I could not take any more of it. I told him everything, I had to, if I had kept it to myself any longer I would've gone insane. Totally bare in emotion, I opened my soul and confessed my love to Richard. And to my great suprise, he returned the sentiment.

Shortly after, we married. Unofficially, but these rings and the words we spoke that came from each of our souls are worth more to both of us than any vows taken in a church could ever be.

I turn my gaze back to the sky. I'm just happy. I'm so glad to have Richard.

I love waking up with him next to me, or Richard waking me up with small kisses or caresses. I adore the subtle flirting that goes on around others, when we're having a meeting and our fingers twine under the table. Small things like that always seem to fill me with wonder that we really are together.

My lips curve upwards and my eyes brim with tears. I've never felt like this before. I'm smiling, but the tears still course slowly over my cheeks.

My chest starts to shake with silent sobs, even as I think of how happy I am with Richard. I'm so in love that it's making me cry.

I gasp when I feel Richard's strong arms wrapping around me. His cheek presses against my back, until I turn around, face still wet. His elegant fingers brush the tears away gently.

The smile is still upon my face. Richard seems to understand.

"Till, baby..." Richard whispers to me and brushes my face with his fingertips, "Tell me about it."

My voice is thick from tears. "I was thinking of how much I love you. How happy I am to have you really love me back."

Richard says softly,"I do love you. So much." He rests a hand on my cheek,"Come back to bed, Till." Richard tugs me, walking backwards, a small smile upon his lips.

He pulls me back onto the soft bed with him. Richard cuddles to me, soft lips pressing warmly on mine, then against my still damp cheeks.

He slides the blanket up over our bodies and we settle on the pillows. Richard's dark head nestles against my wide chest, his smaller hand lacing fingers with my larger one. I love moments like these.

We lie together like this for a short time. Then we meet for another sweet kiss, tongues touching tenderly. I hold Richard closer, hand splayed across his warm back possessively. It slides lower to his firm bottom, squeezing gently.

He moans softly into our kiss. I can feel both of our members stir against each other. My hand kneads Richard's ass still. I love him so much. Richard reaches down and strokes me as my hand gives him the same treatment.

We gently work ourselves up to preparation. Then I part his legs and rim him with lube slicked fingers. Then I enter Richard slowly and carefully. There's only a trace of pain in his eyes, but it's washed over by eagerness quickly. Our bodies move together perfectly.

I love watching Richard when we make love. Watching the pleasure on his beautiful face makes it even better than it already is for me. His hands, resting on my shoulders, tense and squeeze as we rock back and forth, gaining speed.

I move into his body with utter reverence, moving us both closer to orgasm with each thrust. Soon he is writhing beneath me and we're both panting, moans and whimpers filling our room.

Richard mouths that he loves me with his kiss swollen lips. His words are lost for the moment as he comes, eyes wide open, mouth releasing a long exhale.

I whisper that I love him too, then my climax overtakes me with wonderful force, like always. Everything is amplified ten fold with Richard. Every feeling, every thought.

We clean up and cuddle back under the covers. Kissing gently once more.

I look back at the window. The sky has lightened a little. I slide out of bed and go to the window again.

Richard stares with a satisfied, sleepy expression at me, curled with his head on the pillow. He's probably wondering what I'm doing.

I smile at the sky and close the window, pulling the curtains shut again.

Back in bed with my lover, I stroke his face and kiss his forehead in the dark. I don't mind the morning sky and stars anymore.Richard has helped me with that. But honestly, I just prefer the dark right now.

Richard squeezes my hand. I love him so much.