I shift slightly, move back to give her room thinking that maybe she needs to breathe because of my weight. I start to ask what she needs when she strips off her shirt and tosses it onto my floor. The words that were trying to make their way out of my mouth turn into a strangled sound of pleasure and enjoyment.

"Bleeding skies," I mumbled, blinking and shamelessly taking her and all that newly exposed skin in. "Yes, I'm still -- still fine."

I was better than fine, in fact. My brain has seemingly stopped working and all I can do for a moment is stare at her. I shake myself when I realize I've stared for too long and come back closer to her.

"I'm fine," I murmur as I lean down and kiss her. I spend a few moments kissing her lips before moving again, trailing my mouth down her neck and now, down to one bare shoulder. I stay there for awhile, nuzzling and kissing and breathing her in before taking a breath and moving lower.

The couch is not built for someone of my height to be doing this but I let a leg hang over the edge and the other off the back of my soft. But, I don't care. I don't care because once I've moved to where I can to be, I can actually lower myself down and kiss he stomach, watch the movement when she breathes and brush my hair over the soft, smooth surface.