Dana woke slowly. Unsure of her surroundings. It wasn't until she rolled over, expecting to be able to curl up to Abel, that she realized he wasn't there, and just where she was. At first, she thought perhaps the night before had been a dream. Surely, one couldn't be made to feel that good in every way for real, right? But then she started to realize she was a bit sore, and a bit tender in some places. She kept her emerald eyes closed as she rolled to her back again and started to slowly stretch, a smile on her face.
The soreness and tenderness was her evidence that he had been there. Though she did wonder where he was now. With that thought prominent in her mind, she sat up, smiling brighter as she realized that while she was sore and tender, she felt great. Possibly the best she could ever remember feeling.
The night before, she did as he told her, she trusted him and did as he said, and oh how heavenly it was. No, it was better then heaven, had to have been. It was pure bliss, passion, love, lust, ecstasy all rolled into one. Never in her life so far, had she imagined she'd be able to experience that, or anything close to it.
She threw her legs over the side of the bed, one arm holding the sheet over her while the other moved her hand to push back the mess of coppered curls from her face, neck and shoulders. Slowly she stood. She felt ravenous, and a little weak, but it wasn't too bad. It was her hunger that was bad enough for her to forgo showering and dressing. So she stood on semi-wobbly legs, keeping the thin sheet wrapped around herself and made her way out of her bedroom.
Bright emerald eyes widened into discs at the sight of her dainty living room. First off, it looked much, much larger than it was because her couch was missing. Missing! She looked around for Lorenzo, but saw no one in her apartment but Abel laying atop of a blanket he'd spread out over where her couch should be, with food.
As hungry as she felt, it was the sight of him that she took in first, and instead of sitting on the blanket near him, she decided instead, to be as close as she possibly could. So she took the few short steps to him and after she tucked the edge of the sheet into itself, she settled small, slender and delicate hands onto his shoulders before she lowered herself into his lap. A soft smile gracing her lips as she settled herself comfortably, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and neck.
"Just to make sure, this isn't some elaborately detailed dream I'm having, right?" she asked him softly, grinning now as she nuzzled her cheek against his then placed her lips on his. It felt more than wonderful, she couldn't think of a better word, to have him here with her like this. All that time, she'd thought him to be lost to her, and now. Here he was. Right where she wanted him to be. With her.
There he was, the night before, looking all the world like an escaped Roman Gladiator, rugged yet handsome, and showed her all the different heights of pleasure a man could give a woman. For all of that, and though she was starved, she certainly wouldn't have said 'no' if he were to start delivering that to her again, the both of them exploring each other's bodies anew.
Her cheeks grew warm with even her thoughts and her grin, unbelievably, grew brighter, slowly, she pulled away gently from her kiss to him, "On second thought, I don't want to know if this is a dream or not," she told him then, "If I've lost my mind, I don't want it back," she finished telling him as she moved her hands to each side of his head, her fingers buried into his brown hair that was ever so slightly damp still from his shower.