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Follow the sound of my heartbeat.

Before Longshot, Robbie and Miyuki had left for camp, Alison had politely, but firmly asked Robbie and Miyuki to find fun diversions in camp. Lengthy ones. She wanted her husband all to herself at least until sunset.

It took about an hour to organize, but when Alison finally retired upstairs, the lights were out and the shades drawn on all the floors. The only illumination came from tiny, floating candles in shallow water dishes placed on every other step on the stairs. One the landing of each floor, she had placed an item for him to find.

On the first floor, at the bottom of the stairs, a CD copy of his favorite French singer's newest album was tied with a gold ribbon. A tag attached to the ribbon read, Follow the lights.

On the second floor, a package wrapped in shiny red paper and silk ribbon. The tag read, Don't open this yet.

On the third floor landing, a second package was wrapped in white, shiny paper and ribbon. The tag read, Not yet. Keep moving.

On the fourth, two long-stemmed wine glasses waited for him.

The candles continued up the stairs to their bedroom. Inside, dozens of red candles of every size were lit in containers all over the bedroom. Spread out in front of the balcony doors was a soft fleece blanket. Several covered dishes were set out on it and two bottles chilled in a bucket of ice.

The tiny, floating candles created a path from the door to the bathroom where rose scented steam rolled out from under the door. Inside, Alison was sitting on the edge of the filled bathtub in a red silk robe. She drew small circles on the tile at her feet with her toe and waited for her husband to arrive. Hopefully, it would be before the food or the water got cold.

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"Tuh-huh..." He sorta lost his train of thought when she settled down on him. Very carefully and very gently, he pressed his hips up into her. Getting a feel for exactly where he was. He shifted his legs out just a fraction. A little more leverage.

He wrapped one arm low around her hips, the other across the middle of her back. She would set the pace. Until then, he could kiss her neck. And then trail those kisses down.

Once he'd gotten settled, she started to move very slowly. Just the barest shifting of her hips back and forth. Setting a comfortable position and an easy rhythm.

One hand tangled in his hair and its fingers traced random patterns on the back of his neck.

He pulled his head back from between her breasts, which was where his line of kisses had stopped. He gazed directly into her eyes and grinned. "I have to be the luckiest guy in the universe."

He gently pressed his hips up into her to match a beat of her rhythm. "I have the most beautiful soul as my wife. Shines on the outside and in. And I know -mmh- without any doubt that you love me. Completely. Utterly. Us..."

"We're both lucky. You're absolutely perfect to me. Wouldn't have you any other way." She leaned over and kissed him softly.

Her body moved to meet his gentle thrusts, shifting to fall into a more compatible rhythm.

"Will love you forever."

"Mmm," was the happy rumble in the back of his throat. He kept the rhythm slow and easy despite his body trying to shout YIPEE.

He shifted the arm around the middle of her back so his fingers just barely touched her spine. Then he gently set his wedding band against her skin. A connection that would never be broken.

"We will be together. Forever."

"Never letting you go," she murmured softly and smiled back at him.

She could feel the metal of his wedding band warmed by his skin and moving against hers. She moved her hands to his shoulders, watching her matching band catch the faint light off the television. Perfect together.

The arc of her movements widened slightly and she was leaning back farther as she rocked back and forth. No faster or harder, just a longer, deeper roll of her hips.

He groaned softly at the change in position. If he were capable of hearing her thoughts, he would have rebutted the rings being perfect together. They were just bits of metal.

The way Longshot and Alison moved together was perfect. Always had been to his mind. From his first lessons back in the Outback to relearning everything in Camelot to this moment right here.

If he hadn't known any better, Longshot would have sworn he had been made for Alison.

Alison knew she could lean back as far as she liked. He wouldn't let her fall. She figured he didn't mind if she took advantage of that fact. It was all for a good cause.

She kissed him again when she leaned forward. Slow and soft and utterly adoring.

He would never let Alison fall, incidents with Rivenstar aside. And well, when they jumped off the Tokyo Tower. There might have been more examples but his mind went 'pop' when she leaned back forward.

He grunted softly against her lips as they kissed. His fingers twitched tighter on her once before he got himself under control. Nice. Easy. The longer they did this, the longer he got these wonderful sensations.

"I like that sound," she breathed against his lips and grinned as she licked them lightly. She really, really did. It made her shiver.

Another slow kiss followed. Light teasing with her tongue. Anything she knew he liked.

He might have replied that she was driving him crazy in the nicest of ways. Might have, but his lips were doing something vastly more important.

He fought to keep the pace with his hips slow and steady. His wife knew every single one of his pleasures. She was demonstrating a good half of them right at that very moment.

He grunted again as the restraint made all the energy run along his spine. He straightened a bit and kissed her harder. But true to his promise, he moved with her at the pace she set.

Alison cupped his face in both hands and kissed him back just as hard. Slow going was wonderful and she was enjoying every moment of it, but she could feel his need building and her own echoed it.

One of her hands remained softly against his face and the other slid down the back of his neck and trailed teasingly down his spine. She couldn't help herself.

His grunt this time was anything but soft. His back arched, and he pressed against Alison harder as her fingers played along his spine. He tried to hold the kiss as long as he could, but his wife's fingers was driving him insane.

"Ali," he growled as he broke off the kiss. "I can't -hnh- take it slow an' easy with you -uhn- doin' that to me..."

Oooh. Grunting and growling. The shivers racing up and down her spine went haywire. She moaned softly and rested her forehead against his.

"M'sorry, sweetheart," she panted, breathlessly. "Wanted to do all the things you like."

She could behave. Probably. If the heat that was pooling low in her belly was any indication, she'd be long beyond teasing very soon.

This was a rarity. He was behaving, and she wasn't. He bit his lower lip to keep himself from thrusting too hard into her. He couldn't stop himself from going harder, however; he could just temper it.

"No apologies," he murmured when he had the breath. "Only need to do you to make me happy."

She really did want to answer him. Tell him that he always had her whenever he wanted her. But, just that slight increase in the force of his thrusts took her breath away.

Her forehead rested against his shoulder as she gasped and shuddered, feeling the waves of sensation crest and crash as her orgasm hit. She clung to him tightly and moaned rhythmically against his skin as she rode it out.

He held tightly onto to Alison, not letting her slip away as she orgasmed. He wasn't quite there himself, but his was getting there with every tremor of her body.

He closed his eyes and thrust up as far as he could go, following where her body wanted him to go. That thought alone was almost enough. That it wasn't just Alison's conscious thoughts that wanted him.

Longshot gasped a little before he let out a long groan. He pressed in hard as his body coiled and released in half a heartbeat.

The first thought that Alison could grasp after her breathing slowed and her brain unfizzled was that they really needed a couch for their bedroom. She giggled breathlessly at the thought and nuzzled Longshot's shoulder.

"Mmmm... thank you, sweetheart."

Longshot still held onto Alison as his head slowly stopped spinning. His first coherent thought had to do with couches, too. If they had a Lonely blues Couch, they would have to buy another one. This was now and forever the Happy Fun Couch. Though he was a little baffled at the gratitude Ali gave him.

"Th-" He shook his head to get rid of the lingering fog of horniness. It was going away as he started to slouch back against the couch. "Thank you? For what?"

"For everything." She settled her head on his shoulder and sighed happily. "Everything I am or have that's of any value is because of you."

She smiled. "And for taking a day I meant to spend pampering you and instead making me the happiest woman on the planet."

"Well, you're welcome then." He smiled softly as he rubbed one of his hands gently up and down her back. "I know you love me. And today wrote it in the stars. No missing it. But I wasn't going to horde all that happiness. I had to share it. There's nobody I want to share it with more than you."

"Mmmm... glad I left you with no doubts." She smiled up at him and then let her eyes drift shut. Warm and comfortable and tired in the best of ways.

"Anything you want to share with me, I'll gladly take part in. I want to be with you for everything."

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