Love Over and Over

"Ruth."

"Hm?"

They had not spoken in a long while; they were lying beside each other in near silence, Tim behind Ruth; his arms wrapped around her body, her hands resting on top of his, his face half-buried in her beautiful, wild hair. Despite the length of time they'd been lying perfectly still like that, the afterglows of love still lingered in both their bodies. Brushing his hand gently over her hip, he coaxed her a fraction away from him so that he could sit up. She moved only reluctantly, turning over to face his side of the bed as he moved away from her, unwilling to be too far away from him.

"I've got a present for you," he told her quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed for a second and leaning to fetch it from the drawer of his bedside cabinet, "I was going to wait until we moved all of my stuff over properly, but now feels like the right time."

He got back into bed properly, their feet naturally linking back together as soon as his legs touched the mattress, slipping the small package into her fingers. It was about the size of a CD case, wrapped in pale purple tissue paper and a thin white ribbon. She held in her hands almost tenderly, looking up at him.

"Why?" she asked, unable to stop herself smiling at him. The fact was that she didn't really need an explanation, it was so typically him, she was just surprised.

"Call it another one for the collection; a house-warming gift," he told her.

"I thought you were my house-warming present," she told him, biting her lip to hold back her grin, reaching her hand out to rub softly along the side of his body, feeling the warmth of his skin under her fingertips, drawing him closer to her, "You're certainly very effective. You do know, I don't need you to buy me presents all of the time?" she asked him.

"Yes, I do. And that's probably why I wanted to buy it for you," he told her, taking her hand softly in his, lifting it to his lips and kissing her fingers, " Open it. I think you'll like it. I hope you do, anyway."

Reaching over quickly she flicked on the bedside lamp, turning back to him to remove the ribbon and the paper. It was a CD, one she didn't recognise, the cover was mainly black and white. She squinted, adjusting to the new light, to make out its name. Kate and Anna McGarrigle, it read, Love Over and Over. She looked up at Tim, trying to stop tears welling in her eyes.

"I didn't just buy it for what it's called," he told her, "I have heard it, I even used to have my own copy but it got lost somewhere along the line. I used to love it. But I admit, the title- there's a song called that too-... it's..."

Ruth blinked slowly. She knew what he was trying to say, and she it couldn't have been more accurate, the fact was that it was perfect. Not looking at him for a second, she brushed her finger along the corner of the CD case. She didn't know what it would sound like, a part of her didn't care. She knew she would love it, she would have to. It would probably become her favourite song.

"It's how I feel about you," she told him quietly, her heart hammering in her chest, feeling immensely bold and brave.

"Yes."

Their lips met softly, gently, pressing against each other. She put the CD down on the bedside table at her side of the bed before returning to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, feeling his hands hold her softly at her hips. Their feet had untangled, and her legs parted to rest on the outside of his, their bodies moving closer together as they kissed. His lips moved away from hers to kiss over the side of her face, her eyes, her jaw, her neck as her hands moved to rest on his shoulders.

"Tim, Tim-..." she was almost breathless with the effect that he was having on her, "I love you so much. I love you, I-..."

Her words were lost in a moan as his mouth, travelling further down her body, latched onto her nipple sucking gently as his hand caressed the other. His face nuzzled in the valley between her breasts, her hands holding him their, her legs moving further up so they encircled his waist. Locked together in their all-consuming embrace, they stayed like that for a long time, her face resting in his hair, his hands tracing patterns on her back.

"I've never loved anyone like I love you, Ruth," he told her, against her skin, "I've never wanted anyone like this; to take care of them, but also to need them too."

Guiding his face in her hand, she looked at him.

"I love you too, Tim," she told him, kissing his lips again.

He surprised her by rolling them so that she was above him, her legs still straddling his waist. Her hair falling about her face, her lips swollen and red from kissing, she smiled down at him so beautifully; half-laughing, half-moaning as she felt him move a touch beneath her, the skin of his stomach contacting delightfully with her excitement. Cautiously, slowly taking hold of his shoulders again, she moved her hips back and forth, grinding herself against him, biting her lip as her excitement grew. His hands returned to her breasts, kneading them softly but firmly; her head fell backwards in her excitement.

"Tim, now or I'll-..."

His hands took her hips, guiding her gently down onto him. She let out a deep and throaty moan as he filled her; and instantly began to move against him. He sat up, thrusting deep inside of her, taking her breasts in his hands, back into his mouth. She felt wanton, she felt decadent, she felt utterly and thoroughly loved. She could not help it, she felt beautiful when she was like this with him, when they were abandoned, moving together in perfect time. He was making her beautiful.

"Tim, I-... Oh."

Her head buried in his shoulder, as she collapsed on top of him, his arms locking around her back as his last few thrusts sent him over the edge too. Lying back, bringing her with him, both of them lay breathing heavily, neither making any attempt to recover.

Their hands had fallen together, their fingers intertwined.

He kissed her forehead, his thumb smoothing over her spine.

"You are very beautiful," he told her, "I love you."

Her head settled on his chest.

"I love you too," she told him, "A thousand times over."

End.

Love Over and Over by Kate and Anna McGarrigle is rapidly becoming my favourite album. The song 'Love Over and Over' is certainly my favourite song at the moment, and I believe it is on Youtube. I will post it on my Tumblr (lavenderandhay) for anyone who is interested.

Please review if you have the time, I really hope you liked it.