He smiled a bit lazily when she kissed at his chest, then his eyebrows raised a bit when she mentioned 'round two'. his mouth slowly pulled into a lazy version of his crooked smile and he moved to kiss her, whispering before their lips met* Oh yes...*he went slowly with her again, making exquisite love to her half the night, touching every part of her, as if his hands were magnets and her skin iron. he couldn't get enough of touching her. he physically craved the touch of her skin and the relief it gave him. a relief from what he did not yet know, but he did know that when he touched her he felt calm and peaceful, like a still mountain pond. finally, they finished together and he let her fall asleep in his arms. he covered them both, then stared up at the ceiling with slightly wide eyes, his lips parted slightly as if he couldnt get enough air. he was flush with the excitement and perfect peace that came with truly being in love. of finding ones mate.