Lying back in bed she covers up with the comforter and gently props herself up with a pillow. A small click is heard as the television is switched on, and voices mumble as she keeps the volume low. Closing her eyes she breathes in deep and holds it allowing the air to course through her. Just like that… she thinks, as her muscles relax all at once and she sinks down into the bed ever so slightly. A small smirk is seen by the glow cast by the television screen. The low lights dance on her face, its luminous qualities might be regarded as eerie (depending on the depicted scene), but somehow it seems to lend a softening to AD’s already warm, and inviting features.

As sleep creeps over her, and her eyelids begin to droop; AD’s mind drifts… He’s still out there. In the dark, he is searching. I wonder when he will come… all fades to black and her thoughts are cut short by the recesses of slumber. She spends an unrecognizable amount of time in this state, when suddenly her mind is triggered to thought. Wait, what is this? What is going on? Her mind searches for an answer from the still sleeping body. Finally something registers; touch. My neck is being touched. One might think that she would already be awake in this time as it seems like minutes have passes, in reality less than a millisecond has actually passed. Her mind continues: Should I spring awake? No, no this touch is familiar, safe. Wait there is breathing. She listens intently still sleeping; I know that breathing pattern, it is him. He has come home. Now I can truly be safe. With this new comfort she begins to drift back into sleep’s grasp.

Without waking she slides her body back into his embrace. His capable arms close around her. The sheer magnitude of his character nearly consumes her presence as he cradles his dream. He wanted to let her stay sleeping, he would happily drift off to join her, but not tonight. He tries to follow her into the world of dreams, but a scent drifts to him and tickles his nose. The smell causes his eyes to snap open, and his mouth nearly begins to water as it is so delicious to him. This kind of smell is something that many do not notice, they are blind to it’s natural powers and they attempt to cover it up with perfume. This perfume is natural and more desirable than any false thing. It is her smell, pheromones and it makes him hunger. This small chemical thing can cause him to lose all bearing; can turn him into a beast, a lover, a fighter.

His blood begins to heat up and race the longer he breathes it in trying to resist. His breathing hastens; it refuses to calm. He yearns to let her sleep, but he starts to sweat and tremble. He begins to wonder how long he can take it. His fiery blood flushes through his body, his expression becomes that of pleasure as he presses up against her. His dense virility pulsated impatiently.