The Night Landing You were there, enveloped by the now disheveled sheets, feeling the sweat cool on your skin and the comfortable weight of each other's bodies. He lay on his side, his arm supporting your head, while his other hand traced lazy circles on your shoulder, a touch far more tender than the urgency of minutes before. "You know," he murmured, his voice sounding like deep velvet in the darkness that was beginning to fill the room, "I went into that café to escape the rain, but I think I ended up finding the most beautiful storm I've ever seen." You smiled, feeling your heart still beating a little faster, and snuggled into his chest, feeling the warmth that still emanated from his skin. "And I thought you were just another overconfident face behind the glass. But you actually know how to handle the fire well when no one's watching." He let out a short laugh, kissing the top of your head. "'Actually know how'? I'd say we went a little beyond just 'knowing how to handle it.'" He pulled you closer, covering you both with the heavy woolen blanket as the chill of the country night began to seep in through the open window. "What do we do now? The city seems a million miles away. And honestly, I'm in no hurry to get back into the traffic or the noise."