Bennett/Melanie, Rated M
When Melanie had imagined it-and she had imagined it-she hadn’t imagined them being quite this… soft, the first time after their fight. But it was; the way Bennett mapped the familiar dips and curves of her body-the way she did the same to him-was undeniably tender. The affection was almost overwhelming in its intensity.
His body over hers, inside of hers-comforting in its familiarity. There was comfort, too, in the way they knew the meaning of every sound made-of all the signals their bodies gave. Of the way they had laughed when their heads knocked together in their eagerness earlier-that laughter quickly cut off into breathless moans as they had finally joined.
And after, there was comfort in the familiarity of this, too; her head on his chest, his hands running through her hair and down her back. Melanie closed her eyes and basked in the feeling, sighing contentedly. She was thoroughly sated, happy and at peace in a way she hadn’t known in so long-too long.
“I missed this,” she admitted into the silence, whispering as if afraid someone might overhear.
“Me too,” he replied. She sighed as he leaned to press a kiss to the top of her hair.
“What happens now?” she murmured.
“Whatever we want to happen,” Bennett responded after a moment of contemplation.
“And what do you want, Ben?” she asked, refusing to let him get away with it that easily.
“To be with you, however you want me to be,” he told her.
Melanie propped herself up to look into his eyes and gauge his seriousness then, reading his expression for anything uncertain. Finding none, she exhaled and relaxed, nodding a little as she settled back down on his chest.
“Me too,” she echoed, “And I want you just like this.”
No words were spoken after that. They weren’t necessary.