A/N: Sweet Loving times ahead

Crawling across the enormous bed John tried to ignore the feelings that threatened to engulf.

The last few days of drug taking had highlighted everything. Flaws that seemed minor now pressed forward like bugs under a microscope, tiny fissures of issues bubbled like volcanos and normal love became the greatest damn romance the world had ever seen.

He still functioned and still was able to breath but at any moment these feelings morphed beyond his control and now in the early morning hours after checking on Eve, closing the door to their foreign sanctuary and abandoning his restrictive clothing, down to his boxers, he felt the need to look at her, maybe touch her, perhaps even love her til the sun rose.. and well into the new day.

Louise, unaware of his mind, slept through the minutes that ticked by. She lay delicate in soft pillows, scars now dimmed, she was once again his Louise, not the girl he had hurt a few months before... He could look at her now, and not instantly recall the time he had almost killed her by driving her away.

He touched her softly, in a reverent type of way.

His fingers dusting her lips in revere. She puckered them for him in sleep then relaxed with a sigh, they pursed so innocent, so beautiful, and with sleep, he didn't have to cope with her sharp tongue that oft escaped them.

Oh how he loved that tongue- the way she retorted and joked, but he also loved when she rested and innocence stole over her features too. All rushing a great warmth of care throughout his soul.

The light lit her with warmth and stealing a kiss he smiled down upon her, at his luck at having her. How the one person that knew everything wasn't bothered with his many flaws. She accepted him. And forgave.

"You're so beautiful" Whispered secrets against her skin.

Kisses pressed on her eyelids lightly. He waited for her to stir as he lay alongside her touching "I love you" he caressed against her slender neck. His fingers danced over her skin, so soft he missed and skimmed along the way. And when he moved back to watch her he found himself falling deep again as her eyes were fluttering open, her lips turning up with a sleepy warm smile and fingers reaching to comb his hair "There's my girl."

"John" she breathed his name on a sigh, smiling, touching his cheek, moving his almost shaggy hair from his eyes "John" She pulled him closer fingers light on his nape, lips tasting him. Feathery kisses, laying promises of her love, in her touch.

"Louie Louisee.." And then he was surrounding her, his body hovering above, warm fingers lifting her chemise to reveal skin glorious and supple. As he kissed her deeply, lowering to take care of her breasts gently, he led, aroused her, excited her... Until she touched the waistband of his boxers. He then couldn't manage to rein in, the want engulfed and he had to have her. Had to hear her and feel her love in all its beautiful, physical execution. The way she held him, heated him, conquered his soul and went about stealing his air supply, his very breath taken, stolen to mingle with her own.

Heightened beyond compare his senses jolted him and a craze set in to their now frantic dance of love. She had him over eager before, now his mind blew apart. His hips became unstoppable. He couldn't breathe, she couldn't scream.

The frenzied movements, the uncontrollable rush overtaking everything else in sight.

Everything that had been slow became wild, unkempt, nothing like ever before. She reached and held his face steady, snatches of breathe, had her panting as her eyes allowed him everything. Squeezing shut at the crux then open wide on the yaw.

Couldn't kiss, didn't have to.

Couldn't speak, everything that needed to be said was communicated through their eyes.

Couldn't stop, til they both splintered.

When they were sated.

Breathing in sync....

Their hands entwined...

When their hearts slowed and she grinned at the ceiling.....

He rolled over and kissed her again a Thank-you Girl and he grinned happily, falling back on the pillows holding their hands together tight.

Lou rolled onto her side, shimmying up onto his chest, watching him kiss her fingers one by one, with her head rested snug she drifted, floating in a wonderful cloud of love.

With his fingers splayed through her hair she felt him still; he was asleep then she closed her own eyes with a smile.