If you're wondering why my stories happen to be a short length, it is because I am better at writing shorter stories, rather than long.

Grunting. Panting. Moaning.

They've been going at it for hours.

They don't know how it started, how it happened. Maybe it was when she started crying. Maybe it was when he comforted her.

All they know is that it was happening.

"Sonic."

He thrusted at a faster pace. Grunted. Scrunched his face.

"I love you."

"I know."

She pressed her lips up against his own. She moaned into the kiss.

She let go and gasped for air. He looked at her. Smiling.

"I love you." She repeated.

"Amy."

"I love you so much. I can't loose you."

"You won't ever have to. I am right here. Right here, right now."

"If something were to ever happen to you, I couldn't live with myself, I couldn't live without you."

"Amy."

His thrusts became unsteady, needy. He grunted. She gasped.

He let go.

Falling on top of her, gasping. She fell into a deep slumber, quietly breathing. Her stomach slowly rises and falls back down. He nuzzles her.

"I love you too."