Alright guys, this chapter is (very) short and sweet and definitely involves some sex, so if that bothers you, just skip it! Thanks again to all who are reading and reviewing.

She closed her eyes as they kissed...

The small cabin was bright with the sunlight streaming through the porthole above the bed. Dagmar could feel its warmth on her face before she even opened her eyes, and she relished those last few seconds of sleep leaving her body. She was lying on her side, and she could feel Phil sleeping quietly on his back next to her, his arm around her still. She opened her eyes, only a bit, and her lips curled in a smile as she nestled more comfortably into the crook of his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. He sighed in his sleep and pulled her closer to him. Dagmar reached up to press her lips to his neck; Phil drew in a long breath and slowly looked down at her with sleepy eyes. She smiled up at him, and he beamed back contentedly as he smoothed her hair. She propped herself up on her elbow, gazed down at him, and gently stroked the side of his face with her hand. His light blue eyes followed hers as she took in every detail of his face - the wrinkles around his eyes, his semi-groomed facial hair, the small smile on his smooth lips. Almost without thinking, Dagmar leaned down and pressed her lips to his.

Phil dreamily returned her kiss. He couldn't believe this was happening, but it felt so right. He gently kissed her bottom lip. She pulled back and looked questioningly at him, as if she was wondering if this was okay. In answer, Phil placed a hand on the back of her neck and leaned up to meet her lips again. He lightly slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she parted her lips to accept his advance. Phil caressed her cheek with his palm as their kiss grew deeper, moving his other hand down her bare back, taking in the feeling of her soft, smooth skin. Dagmar played with his hair at the base of his neck, slipping her tongue between his lips, running her fingers through his hair as he pulled her closer with a low moan deep in his throat. She wanted to feel his naked body against hers, and she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him with abandon. Phil gently but surely broke their kiss; he needed to taste more of her, and he moved his mouth along her jawline and down her neck. He sucked on the hollow above her collarbone, playfully nibbling at her skin, making her giggle and pull him closer. Continuing on, he moved on top of her, smoothly maneuvering her onto her back as he dropped soft kisses down her breastbone, relishing the feeling of her heart fluttering under his lips. She gasped softly as he brushed his mouth over one of her breasts, moaned as he took her nipple in his mouth. He looked up at her face; she was radiant with desire, a passionate smile on her pink lips. She spread her legs under him, wrapping them around his hips as she leaned up to kiss him again; this kiss was harder, more wanting, and Phil was almost overcome with passion. Dagmar ran her hands down his rippling back; dropping one hand between them, she reached down to guide him inside of her. As he slowly entered her, the feeling brought her legs up around his waist; she had to will herself to relax before he could slide in all the way. They stayed still for a moment, relishing the sensations they both felt deep in their bellies. He filled her up completely, and Dagmar found that she was holding her breath. Phil looked deeply into her eyes as she slowly let her breath out and grinned at him, running a hand down his back and placing it on his butt to hold him inside of her for just a little longer. He returned her smile, his clear blue eyes shining, as he slowly began to thrust in and out. Her body responded to his and she moved with him, their breathing synchronized as he moved over her. She reached up to press her mouth to his again, and he gently stroked her hair as she sucked on his bottom lip. Time passed and neither of them noticed; they were so wrapped up in each other. Dagmar wanted this to last forever, but she felt her body straining to reach its peak. She pulled him more strongly inside her, and Phil could tell she was about to go over the edge. He thrust into her, his hips pushing against the backs of her thighs, deeper and deeper. Dagmar arched her back with a moan as she climaxed, and Phil followed her only a second later. Breathing hard, he looked down at the beautiful creature beneath him; her skin glistened slightly with sweat, the curves of her body laid out before him. He slowly leaned down to cover her mouth with his, wanting to remember every touch and caress. She closed her eyes as they kissed, and Phil admired her long russet lashes lying softly against her cheeks. When she looked up at him again, her blue eyes were shining brightly. She smiled and sweetly kissed him as she pulled him down onto her, wanting to feel his weight on her body. He was still inside her as they wrapped their arms around each other. Phil buried his face in her wavy shock of hair, smelling the perfect and now-familiar scent of this woman that he loved.