Midnight Lovers

It's as if the world around them has frozen, this single moment that they're sharing, having stopped time. The moonlight, floating in through the balcony doors, has bleached the room, painting it in shades of monochrome blacks and whites. The hesitant breeze, strokes the curtain, thrown back from the open doors, the way the back of his hand is trailing her cheek.

Her wide eyes, like a fawn's, are staring up at him, completely vulnerable, but telling him she's giving herself to him, all in one glance. Another whispered kiss is transferred from his lips to her jaw line, as his hands trail down her body, fluid curves bared only for him.

His arm wraps its way around her waist, like the wind curling loving fingers around their nude bodies, and he lowers her to the bed. Kisses settle along her neck, as if they belong on the planes of her satin skin, and in the hollows of her collarbone. Her sweeping, dark hair, painted charcoal by the night, is fanned out beneath her head, as her cheeks blush a muted scarlet.

"You know I love you, right?" He pulls back his lips from her skin, to stare deep into her eyes, both pairs glittering with anticipation.

She nods, pale lips pulling up into a heart shattering smile, and she wraps her legs around his waist. Her body pulls him in, saying more than any words ever could, and without shattering the carefully molded silence.

They're no longer just two people, and so much more than a loving couple. They're two halves of one whole. With the moon as their only onlooker, they become one, once again, and dive into one another. It's as if their hearts have reached out to one another, grabbing hands, and embracing in a hold closer than their bodies. With eyes closed, and chests thumping in unison, their lips find each other once more. They slip into the covers, blanched by the moon, which had begun to rise again, as time continues it's course.