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I opened my eyes, blinked a few times to clear my vision. Anne looked up at me, an utterly blissful look on her face. Her hair was plastered against her head and face, a faint blush across her cheeks. A sheen of perspiration covered her skin. She looked like she'd just run a marathon, and her breathing was still heavy. She smiled, lazily, happily, a look of utter satisfaction in her eyes.
She reached out and touched my head with her fingertips, caressing my hair, my cheek, my jaw. It felt wonderful, as if a warm, golden light spread through me.
"Oh Harvey," she said softly. "That was... amazing. I came so hard."
"So did I."
I bent down to kiss her forehead, her sweat wet and salty on my lips.
"Thank you," she said.
"You're so welcome. And thank you, too. You're amazingly good."
I smiled at that.
"I'm nothing special, Anne."
I lay down beside her, put my arm around her. She put her head against my chest and closed her eyes.
"But you are," she whispered. "You may not know it, but believe me, you are. Not even the girls on the Excalibur ever did it for me the way you just did."
I chuckled.
"Sounds like you've been hanging around with the wrong people, then."
She opened her eyes, looked at me thoughtfully. Then she nodded slowly.
"Maybe I have."
She snuggled against me.
"But no more. I know what I want now. And I've got it right here."
She put my arm around me and pulled me close.
"Yes, I know," she continued. "It's all very sudden and going very fast, but... I just feel that way."
"Well, we'll be in hyperspace for three more weeks. If we can make that work I think we're off to a great start."
She grinned happily.
"Three weeks in hyperspace, with nothing much to do... Just you and me... Sounds like heaven."
"Yes. Yes, it does."
* * *
That night we slept in each other's arms. It felt good: her warmth against me, the smell of her hair, the softness of her skin, the soft curves of her body...
I felt her warmth inside me. Her presence filled me, and I realized that I was happy. Every now and then she moved against me in her sleep, and her sighs sounded utterly content.
But of course we were both still blissfully unaware of what loomed in our future.
