1. My Protector

His eyes didn't leave mine. They never did.
They danced and sparkled with the look of lust that could only be found on the face of a school boy.
His warm whispery breath encircled me, making me feel safer in his arms, than any other place in the world.
It floated around me trickling over my lips and into my mouth until it mixed with my own.
The slow steady motion sent wisps of hair on my forehead flying, tickling my face every time they settled back into place.

It was perfect - but I say that every night. As every night the same thing happens.
I think to myself it couldn't get better than this, no matter what. But he just loves proving me wrong.
We don't sleep. We don't need to. We just lie in each others arms, thankful we have 'til for ever to spend together.

There is no heartbeat.
Just the steady rise and fall of his chest underneath my palm.
He traces the line of my jaw with his fingers, 'til he reaches my chin and gently tilts my face up to meet his lips.
He pulls me into an overwhelming kiss.
Never to strong. Never to soft.
Just perfect - as always

'My Warrior' I whisper as I draw over each scar that marks his sculpted body.
With each one there comes a story that I recite each time I stroke them.
Magical tales of battle and triumph etched in my mind, word for word, since he revealed them on our first night.
He is my protector and I am his angel.

We go together like fire and ice.
Each a danger to others. His fierce temper can easily melt my ice cold hatred as quickly as I can extinguish it.
Yet there is not, nor ever has been any fighting between us. Just an uncontrollably strong love that bonds us closely in every way imaginable.