The room was quiet except for the soft hum of rain tapping against the windows. A faint amber glow from the fireplace danced along the walls, casting warm shadows over Rebecca's bare shoulders. She stood by the window, her breath fogging the glass as she looked out into the dark. Edward approached her slowly, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug beneath them.
"Cold?" he asked, his voice low, laced with something unspoken.
She turned slightly, her eyes catching his. "Only when you're not near."
He closed the space between them, his hands resting gently on her waist. For a moment, neither spoke. The silence was full—charged with memory, with yearning, with everything they hadn't said and didn't need to. His fingers moved to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear, lingering as he traced the line of her jaw.
Rebecca leaned into his touch, her breath catching. "You always look at me like I'm something fragile," she whispered.
"Not fragile," Edward murmured, leaning closer, "Just… precious."
His lips met hers—softly at first, then deeper, more certain. Her hands slid around his neck, pulling him closer as the world outside disappeared. The air between them grew warmer, slower, charged with quiet urgency. Clothes slipped away without haste, replaced by the comfort of skin against skin, heartbeats aligning in a quiet rhythm.
They moved together in silence—eyes locked, breaths shared—as though time had folded in on itself, leaving only them and the firelight and the rain.
Edward held her as though he feared the moment might dissolve if he let go. His hands traced the lines of her back, memorizing her, not just through touch but through reverence. Rebecca's fingers tightened gently against his shoulders, grounding herself in the weight of him, in the steadiness of his presence.
Their breaths were no longer ragged but slow, syncing as though their bodies had settled into something deeper—something quieter than desire, but no less intense. She rested her forehead against his, her eyes closed.
"I missed this," she murmured.
He pulled her closer, his voice low against her cheek. "You didn't leave me much to miss… You've been in my thoughts every day."
Rebecca smiled faintly, her lips brushing the corner of his mouth. "Even when I was far away?"
"Especially then," he said.
They lay back together, limbs tangled in the warmth of the quilt, the firelight flickering like the last echo of a storm now passed. Outside, the rain had softened to a whisper, and inside, nothing hurried them. There was no need for words now. Edward kissed the top of her shoulder, a gesture that held more affection than fire—but still, a spark lingered beneath it.
Time moved gently around them, the silence filled with their nearness. It wasn't just about passion anymore—it was about safety. About returning. About finding something in each other that the world had always kept just out of reach.
The next night in the cabin!!
Their kisses deepened, no longer gentle but hungry—driven by the ache of distance and the comfort of return. Edward's hands found her hips, pulling her against him with a quiet urgency that made Rebecca shiver. She didn't resist. Instead, she let herself melt into him, every breath, every touch, every unspoken word building into something they could no longer hold back.
He guided her to the bed with deliberate slowness, as though savoring every heartbeat between them. The quilt fell in soft waves beneath them, and the last of their clothing slipped away like leaves caught in wind. Skin met skin—warm, familiar, electric.
There was no rush. No need to prove anything. Just the sound of rain and the heat of their bodies moving together, unspoken rhythms answering questions only they knew how to ask.
Rebecca's fingers tangled in Edward's hair as he whispered her name like a prayer, his voice thick with longing. She arched toward him, her breath catching in his ear. Every movement, every glance, was a promise renewed—a rediscovery of something both wild and sacred.
When it was over, they stayed close, tangled in each other, hearts still echoing the rhythm they had shared. He brushed a kiss along her collarbone. She traced slow circles on his chest, eyes soft, voice barely above a breath.
"This… feels like coming home."
Edward looked at her, his hand cradling her cheek. "Then let's never leave."