She can see the smoke rising from his cigarette in the dark. It makes blue grey patterns in the minimal moonlight coming through the window. They're not speaking. She loves this companionable silence that they always have right after. It gives her time to reflect on what has just happened. It lets her sit and daydream about his kisses. The lovemaking was good, as it always is, but it's the kisses that occupy her thought.

His kisses are like sex all on their own. They make her shake and shiver and feel like she's being melted down from the inside out. Suddenly, just thinking about them isn't enough. She turns over in bed and takes the cigarette from him. She places it on the windowsill with the lit end hanging off of the edge. When he opens his mouth to protest, she places a finger over his lips to silence him.

"You can have it back in a minute. You have something more important to do with your mouth right now."

She kisses him then. He kisses her back. His tongue makes its way into its second home, and does things to her that she never knew a kiss could do before she met him. She kisses him back just the way he taught her to and she's rewarded with a groan that thrills her to drag out of him.

Now he's the one shivering as she moves her kisses away from his mouth and down his throat to where his pulse is currently hammering. It instantly starts hammering even harder, if that's possible, and his breathing is starting to come faster.

She feels him tense and is not surprised when he flips her over and it's her turn to be worshipped with kisses. He always prefers to take his turn last, when he knows that she's completely satisfied.

He moves down the slim column of her neck, making her gasp and twist on the bed as he prevents any part of his body from touching her except for his mouth. He's doing it on purpose, she can tell from the evil glint in his eyes. It makes her shudder.

Finally, he lowers his mouth—that talented mouth—down to first one breast and then the other and she feels a sort of relief while, at the same time, the anticipation simply intensifies further down her torso. She twists around in an attempt to get some part of his body to touch her. He chuckles and it reverberates through her already too sensitive breasts and she breathes his name, raspy and demanding.

Pete kisses his way down her stomach, stopping to tease her navel and just below. She's writhing with what she feels must be genuine insanity by now and can't even form the words to beg in her frantic state. When he finally lowers his mouth to where it is so desperately needed, she thinks that she'll probably die of relief, and it isn't long before she's in a stasis of absolute bliss that she thinks she should be used to by now, but for which she can never seem to prepare herself. He stays with her, and continues his ministrations until she is completely spent and lies panting, her head thrown back on the pillows.

It only takes her about two full minutes to recover and she sits up grinning. He looks at her with an look that is at once nonchalant and expectant. She is determined not to disappoint, and leans over his body with purpose.

She starts with his collarbone. He loves this. He's always loved this, and his time is no exception. He groans hoarsely and speaks one syllable.

"Pryde." She shivers involuntarily, but continues her conquest of his body. She moves to his chest, teasing flat male nipples with her teeth and tongue and being rewarded with Pete clenching his hands in the sheet below him in a concerted effort to not attempt to direct her head to its anticipated goal. He knows that she'll get there eventually, and he teased her a little after all, and turnabout is fair play.

But, Kitty doesn't even tease as much as Pete had, and she moves, with obvious intention, lower down his abdomen until she happens upon her goal. He is ready to the point where it has to be painful, and she is momentarily stunned by his dedication to pleasuring her first. She decides to make it up to him and begins to do exactly as he taught her to do way back when all of this was new.

It doesn't take long, after the extended foreplay, to complete her mission, and soon Pete lies ahuddering and gasping for breath beside her.

They are once again lying still and quiet in the bed, but on opposite sides now. She turns over and notices that his cigarettes are lying on the nightstand beside her. She picks them up, extracts a cigarette and places it in his mouth. She lights it for him and curls up on his chest, again simply watching the smoke.