An hour had passed since their last exchange. Dyana was resting peacefully. Her breathing was calm and regular. Klein was sitting on the edge of the window, his back leaning against the fra, and he was looking at the sky. The clouds passed slowly, tinged with the colors of the approaching evening.
Everything was silent. Only Dyana’s light breathing sotis disturbed the calm. Klein turned his head toward her. He stared at her for a long mont. Her relaxed face, her spread-out hair, her peaceful features gave her an expression of great serenity. He did not move, content to observe every detail with attention.
Suddenly, a small sound was heard. Dyana stirred slightly in her sleep. Klein continued to look at her. Dyana’s eyelids moved gently, then opened. Her eyes imdiately t Klein’s. A radiant smile lit up her face.
"Hi," she said in a voice still a little sleepy but full of sweetness.
Klein replied with a simple nod, accompanied by a slight smile. Dyana stretched gracefully, then got up. She walked barefoot on the floor to the window. Without hesitation, she ca to place herself between Klein’s legs. She leaned against him, laid her head on his shoulder and looked at the sky in turn.
"It’s beautiful tonight," she murmured.
Klein passed an arm around her waist to hold her closer. They remained like that for a mont, silent, observing the slowly changing shades of the sky. Dyana then turned her head toward him. She placed a tender kiss on his cheek. Then she brought her lips close to his and kissed him gently on the mouth. She gave him several light little kisses, almost playful.
Klein responded to her kisses with equal tenderness. His hands slipped into Dyana’s back, caressing her slowly. Their lips pressed more firmly. The kiss beca deeper, more prolonged. Dyana smiled against his mouth before pulling back slightly to look him in the eyes.
"I love you," she said with obvious sincerity.
"I love you too," replied Klein in a low and warm voice.
He kissed her again, this ti with more ardor. Their mouths sought each other, found each other, separated to better return. Dyana’s hands caressed Klein’s chest, moving up to his neck. Klein slid his along her arms, then over her hips, in a gentle and possessive movent.
They continued to kiss for long minutes. Each kiss was filled with affection and contained desire. Dyana murmured between two kisses:
"I like when I am close to you."
Klein smiled and kissed her on the forehead, then on the temple, before returning to her lips.
"I know.." he replied simply.
They remained entwined near the window. The sky continued to darken gently. Dyana laid her head against Klein’s chest and listened to the beats of his heart. She traced light circles on his arm with her fingertips.
"You know," she resud after a mont, "I feel safe with you. As if nothing could reach us when we are together."
Klein tightened his embrace and placed a kiss in her hair.
Dyana raised her eyes toward him and they kissed again. Their caresses beca more insistent, but still filled with tenderness. Klein’s hands slipped under the light fabric she wore, caressing the warm skin of her back. Dyana shivered slightly with pleasure and deepened their kiss.
"Again," she murmured against his lips.
Klein obeyed willingly. They kissed at length, their breaths mingling. Dyana pressed herself more against him, her fingers slipping into Klein’s hair. Ti seed suspended. Only their gentle gestures, their murmured words and the warmth circulating between them mattered.
After several minutes, Dyana pulled back slightly to catch her breath. Her cheeks were pink and her lips slightly swollen from the exchanged kisses. She looked at him with a luminous smile, her eyes narrowed with tenderness.
"Do you want us to stay here a little longer?" she asked in a soft voice.
"Yes," replied Klein without taking his eyes off her.
She laughed softly, then leaned in to kiss him on the corner of the mouth. After this gesture, she resud her position against him, her head nestled on his shoulder and her arms firmly wrapped around his waist. Klein began to caress her hair slowly. He wrapped a strand around his finger, then released it, repeating this soothing movent several tis.
They spoke in low voices about small things: the sky they were observing, vague plans for the following days, the monts they had recently shared. Each sentence was interspersed with kisses or light caresses. Dyana traced the contour of Klein’s jaw with her finger.
The hour advanced, as evidenced by the light that gradually declined on the opposite wall. Yet neither of them seed in a hurry. They simply enjoyed this mont of calm and intimacy. Dyana finally laid her head against Klein’s chest, her right ear pressed against the fabric of his t-shirt. She listened to his heart beat, that dull and regular sound that always reassured her.
"Promise that we will have many more monts like this," she asked softly.
"I promise you," replied Klein without hesitation.
Then, he kissed her on the top of the head, right where her hair ford a small rebellious curl. Next, he continued to caress her tenderly, passing his hand from her neck to the small of her back in a regular movent. Dyana closed her eyes for a mont, a peaceful smile on her lips. She breathed in deeply the scent of Klein, a mixture of laundry and his slightly salty skin. The sky was now darker, almost navy blue on the horizon, but the space remained bathed in a warm and reassuring light thanks to the small lamp placed on the bedside table.
They remained entwined like that for a long mont. From ti to ti, Klein lowered his head to place a kiss on Dyana’s forehead. At other tis, it was Dyana who rose slightly to kiss him on the mouth. They also exchanged tender phrases.
When Dyana raised her eyes toward Klein again, her gaze shone with a deep emotion. Her eyes were moist, but she was not crying. She was simply smiling, her lips slightly trembling.
"I am happy with you," she said simply.
Klein did not reply imdiately with words. He kissed her at length, first gently, then with more insistence. Their tongues barely touched, then separated. Their bodies were pressed against each other, so much so that Dyana felt Klein’s ribs under her breasts. Their hands never stopped seeking each other: sotis one on the other’s cheek, sotis intertwined, sotis laid flat on a stomach or a hip. Their breaths mingled, warm and rapid, then slowed down. Everything expressed the sa thing. The love they shared was calm, sincere and solid.
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