Practise, Practise, Practise…

Tori looked down at Tom and smiled. Her long hair curtained his sweat-soaked face and he grinned as it tickled his cheek. Leaning forward to kiss his forehead, a tremor ran through her body and she sighed. He was still inside her and a wonderful aftershock made her sigh.

Slowly lifting herself from his body, she snuggled against his side, her right hand on his cheek and her head resting on his chest, directly above his heart. Her right leg was draped across his lower torso and she was content. She smiled as she felt his heart slowing back to its normal pace, and grinned as she ‘felt’ him speak. She knew exactly what he was saying and lifted her head to look into his eyes.

"I…love…you…too, Tom Young." She whispered, punctuating each word with a sensuous kiss.

Tom moved to sit up with his back resting against the headboard, moving Tori to sit across his lap. Turning up the light so that she could see his face clearly he spoke.

"Darling, I love all this practising for a little one of our own…"

"But?" Tori asked, a worried frown appearing on her forehead.

Tom kisses the lines away before answering. "But…I know this is a bit old-fashioned, and we’ve been together for what seems forever…but I kinda like the idea of being married before we expand the family."

Tori wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him into silence. "It’s not old-fashioned, my love. I think it’s a wonderful way to feel. Maybe we should think about organising an event."

Tom nodded in agreement, then the smile left his face. "This won’t stop us practising will it?"

"You’d better pray that it doesn’t, Sunshine." Tori giggled as she leaned over to turn down the light before kissing him soundly…