"Dear Lord, please just let us get through life without incident. Let us love without caution, without thought. Let us have the ability to forgive those who sin as we have, because everyone is equal in your eyes, let it be so in ours. Amen." My eyes are closed, yet I repeat the prayer, silently moving my lips. When I whisper Amen, soft lips touch mine and my eyes slowly open to meet the light blue of Stephen's. He rubs his thumb across my cheek and sits on the bed beside me. 

"Can I ask what you were praying about?" he asks as he brushes my dark brown hair behind my ear. I smile and stand up then spin to face him, my hair flaring out behind me as I do so. 

"I was praying about us." I start walking toward the door of our bedroom but his hand slips onto mine and he spins me towards him again. He pulls me close, putting one hand on the small of my back and the other on my neck, his thumb caressing my cheek again. 

"What about us? Do you need to talk to me about something?" His eyebrows furrow in concern, and I shake my head, wrapping my arms around him. 

"No, we're fine." I feel him relax and he returns my embrace. He murmurs into my hair, 

"Then why were you praying about us?" I pull away so that I can look into his eyes. 

"Everything needs prayer, even if everything's already perfect. I just really need them to stay that way." He smiles and kisses my forehead, my nose, then he kisses my lips. He says, 

"I'm glad you're praying, but you need to know that I will never leave you and never hurt you. I don't want you to worry." I turn my eyes away from his gaze, but with a hand he turns my face back to his. "What? What is it?" I shuffle my feet, 

"I was just wondering.....why not? I don't want you to, but I guess, I just want to know why you love me?" He chuckles and takes my face in his hands, 

"This is one of the reasons. You don't even know how beautiful, or how amazing you are." My face is confused and I start to shake my head but he stops me. He carries me over to the bed and sits me on the edge. "I want you to listen and wait until the end until you say anything. Okay?" I nod my head. He kisses me quickly then steps back. "Okay," he starts walking back and forth in front of me, "You're beautiful, you're smart, you're witty, you're just....." He runs a hand through his hair, then I see a flash of clarity come across his face and it stays there. "I love you because of your faith and passion." I open my mouth but he stops me again. "Not just in anything, but in God." My mouth closes voluntarily. He takes my hands in his and he gets down on one knee then stares into my eyes, "You inspire people, I've seen it. You wear your love for God so lightly, and you wear it so well." His hands run over mine again and again. "When people see the way you glow, they just can't help but wonder why. Then they really look at you, and you'd be wearing a shirt with something on it about faith or God that speaks to them. Just like it spoke to me. You speak to everyone, even if they look so frightening I hold you back, but you refuse to accept that people can be judged by the way they look. You stretch out a hand and you pull them back up onto their feet. They keep on living because of you. That's why I love you." I blink away some tears and then I jump up and hug him tightly. 

"Thank you." He kisses me softly and puts both hands on the small of my back while I put my hands on the back of his neck. I pull away and we stand there together with our foreheads touching, for I don't even know how long, but I don't really care either. We pull apart after a while and we walk into the kitchen hand in hand. "What do you think you want for dinner?" I lift his hand to my lips then let go and walk to the refrigerator, opening it. He comes up behind me and wraps his hands around my waist, then rests his head on my shoulder. He answers, 

"I don't know. What would you like?" I feel his body vibrate with every word he speaks. I turn my head towards him and stare into his eyes. I smile and look away saying, 

"Mmm, you're distracting me." He kisses my jaw and swings in front of me, keeping his hand on my hips all the while. He takes my left hand in his right and my right hand in his left. He puts my right on his shoulder and keeps my left in his right. His left hand reclaims it's place on my hip. Then he starts to sway slowly back and forth. I laugh and sway along with him, staring into his eyes the entire time. He smiles and stretches our arms straight out and we strut to the music player. He lets go of me and picks a song. Soft music begins to filter out of the speakers and we start to sway back and forth. I laugh softly and say, "You do know how cliché this is, right?" He kisses the top of my head and says, 

"It isn't cliché because we've never done it before." A big smile appears on his face. "It's only cliché to people who have already done it. And to the people watching because they're jealous." I laugh, 

"Oh yeah, sure. That's definitely the reason." I smile so big my cheeks begin to hurt. Stephen takes my other hand in his and slowly brings our entwined hands together. Then he slowly lifts them up and up and up. Higher and higher until I'm on the very tips of my toes and he is holding most of my weight. I stare into his eyes and he smiles a huge smile. A smile that's too big for your face. I smile the same smile back and he kisses me. It's a slow kiss. It's like his lips are embers and I'm the wood and I'm being set on fire but it's not out of control. It's a slow burn. It starts as a soft glow, barely brighter than a candle. But then it grows to a blinding light that only shines when we're together. Then that light starts to become hotter and hotter just like the sun. Then it begins to slowly burn like embers at the hottest part of the fire. I am completely his. I can feel every inch of him. From his toes to his hips to his lips to his head. I am completely attuned to him. From our wedding day until forever ends my fire will only ever burn for him. That's how God made it. That's how He knew our relationship would be. I got exactly what I asked for when I met Stephen, exactly what I wanted. He stopped the kiss and slowly makes an arch down with our hands. 

"Hmmm, I remember this." A flashback runs through my mind of our wedding. Him, laying out below me. My wedding dress splayed out on top of us, our hands entwined and stretched out above our heads. Soft kisses, being completely open and not worrying about it. Talking all night about everything we hadn't told each other yet. Laughing and dancing together, talking about all the people we know and knew and all about God. All about God and what we've gone through with Him.

　Not completely sure if I'll continue this much further. But I hope you guys will like it!! And not all of my posts will be this long so don't have high expectations next time I post!! ;)