...And left there to sleep, A Perfect Sonnet, by Bright Eyes.
Left there to dream of their happiness.
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After, still blissfully lethargic and their muscles still wonderfully sore, they wandered slowly back to the house, since it was far too cold to stay outside for the night.
As he covered her tired body with the blankets, she reached for him, and he crawled into bed with her, laying his head against her collarbone, listening to her heartbeat.
"We'll be happy," she said tiredly, running her hands through his hair as she looked at with him with half-lidded eyes. "We'll be unbelievably happy."
He nodded, almost believing her, kissed her breastbone, and they fell asleep.
The End.