Aláine's Point of View
As I woke, I could sense him looking at me, even before opening my own. I wondered how long he had been staring and what he might possibly have on his mine. More sex, maybe? Knowing him, probably.
"Good morning, Sweetness," Kristof drawled.
I opened my eyes to stare into his beautiful brown eyes that were flecked with gold. They seemed to gaze directly into my soul, and I felt as if everything I was and had become was laid bare for him to see. They had seemed to be black last night during our night of passion, or at least as I vaguely remembered. The memories of last night made me smile.
"Good morning," I answered leaning in to kiss him.
"And what is that smile for?" Kristof asked.
"Us."
"Good, because I intend to make sure you wake up with a smile on your face every morning," he said as he attacked my mouth with such ferociousness it caused me to moan.
Pulling away to take a breath I asked, "Haven't you had enough?"