They loved each other for hours as the fire slowly died down, leaving the room in dimming shadows. At some point they undressed each other, Summer slowly peeling him out of shirt and trousers, Isaac reverently removing her dress. He took her again atop the heap of her skirts while she kissed every inch of exposed skin she could reach.
He taught her how to use her mouth for him in other ways, until he was near incoherent with desire, then gently held her flat and reciprocated until she pleaded for mercy. There was no part of the other each did not touch, or kiss, or caress, until they curled in a weary heap before the faded embers.
They relearned one another’s body, how to pleasure and love each other, as well as learning some new things too — making Summer fall apart using his mouth and fingers was quickly becoming a firm favourite of his. Sated, exhausted and content, they lay tangled in a curled up heat on top of the rug some time later, the last flickering flames from the dying embers disappearing to leave a faint light in the otherwise darkness.
Smiling, he pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder and smoothed some of her hair back from her face, never wanting to let her go, never wanting her to let him go, and he simply cradled her against his chest so tightly that it was near impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
It took considerable effort to bring herself to say, soft in the darkness, ‘We should go to bed. I don’t want you to catch a chill.” Moving would mean parting from him, even if only for a few moments, and she didn’t want that.