Two Guys, a Girl and a Chevy Impala, Fic 11: Viva Las Vegas (1/?)
Two Guys, a Girl, and a Chevy Impala, Fic 11: Viva Las Vegas (1/?)
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rated: NC-17. Big time!
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don't sue.
Pairing: Sam/Sarah, Dean/Chloe
Sarah stretched, feeling more rested that she had in a very long time. She slowly opened her eyes, taking a moment to remember where she was... Caesar's Palace. The penthouse. They'd destroyed a 33.1 plant just the day before... She sat up in bed, looking down at herself in her PJ's and over at the man sleeping next to her... and smiled, because Sam was still sound asleep.
Scooting further into the bed, she snuggled her body against his and put her head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. No way was he even remotely evil, she thought.
He shifted in his sleep, sliding an arm around her waist without waking up.
She bit her lip, aroused by the fact that he had pulled their bodies together, hers flush against him. She slid a hand under his shirt and stroked the hard muscles of his stomach, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced up at him and smiled, seeing him still deep in sleep. Slipping his shirt up, she kissed the bare, exposed skin gently, slowly.
He groaned softly, his eyes slowly opening as he felt her lips against his bare skin. "Sarah?" he murmured sleepily.
She ignored him, licking her way up his chest, pushing his shirt up as she went. Feeling his heart beat increase. Her hands went around to caress his smooth, muscular back.
He was wide awake now. "God," he whispered at the feel of her tongue against him.
"You called?" she teased gently, lifting his shirt over his head and looking into his sleepy eyes.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked softly, touching her face with one hand.
Sarah's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Saying good morning," she replied, rubbing her thigh against his hardness. When he groaned, she laughed, lust in her voice.
"That's one hell of a way to say good morning," he murmured, pulling her in for a kiss.
She melted into his kiss, deepening it quickly to let him know she wasn't nearly finished with him. Her hands moved down his body to the waistband of his boxers: she slipped one hand beneath them and gripped his thick cock gently.
His eyes rolled back in his head. "Sarah..."
Moving Sam onto his back, Sarah gazed down into his eyes. "Yes, Sam?" she asked, her voice anything but innocent as she pumped him lightly.
His hips bucked involuntarily. He was beyond rational thought, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly.
Slipping his boxers off his hips, Sarah watched Sam's reactions to her small movement on his body. She wanted to move faster, but not with her hand... but the way he was thrusting, she didn't know how long he would last. Torn between two worlds, she gave into her need to please him and moved her hand faster along his hardness, her own breath short and ragged, matching his when he climaxed against her hand.
His head dropped back against the pillow, his breathing ragged and his world spinning at the sensations still lingering in his body. He looked up at her, his eyes glazed with desire. "Wow."
"You can say that again." She cleaned off her hand and his body with the sheet before slipping out of bed to get a warm washcloth to finish.
Sam swallowed hard, watching the sway of her hips as she climbed out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. His shirt clung to every curve just perfectly. Watching her was intoxicating.
Checking herself in the mirror before she went back out, Sarah smiled. Maybe she had his attention now, she thought. Moving back into the room, she grinned seductively when she found him watching her intently, desire written all over his face. She leaned against the doorjamb and watched him, admiring his naked body.
He slowly climbed out of bed, wrapping the sheet around his waist as he headed for the door.
"Whatcha doing?" Sarah asked, watching him move, a bemused smile on her face. My God, Sam looked heavenly, she thought.
He pulled the 'Do Not Disturb' sign off the inside door handle, unlocked the door and slid it on the outside door handle, closing the door once more and locking it. He turned to face her with dark eyes.
A sensual smile crossed her lips. "Hadn't thought of that," she whispered, taking a few steps towards him, unbuttoning his shirt as she moved.
"Stop," he whispered.
Sarah complied, her body frozen on the spot, her fingers trembling slightly. A confused, slightly hurt look crossed her face.
He moved closer to her, pressing a hot kiss against her lips and letting his hands drop to the buttons.
The shirt slid off her shoulders and Sam's hands touched her bare skin, making her moan as their lips locked to each other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
Without breaking their kiss, he scooped her up off the floor and walked over to the bed.
"Sam," she whispered, feeling her head spin as his body covered hers, sinking into the bed. She closed her eyes and felt her body erupt with desire when she felt his lips trail to her neck.
"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" he murmured, his lips trailing along her neck down to her collarbone.
"Not... lately," she whispered, her breath hitching when his mouth covered one of her nipples and sucked gently. Her hands dug into his hair, her body writhing underneath his.
"Well, I do," Sam said softly, moving to her other breast and treating it to the same pleasure. He smiled against her skin when he felt her shudder beneath him.
Sarah's hips bucked against him. She burned inside for him, her body aching with need. Her hands trailed down his back. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.
He slid his mouth farther down her body, kissing her navel and flicking his tongue out against her belly button.
"Oh God," she panted, his tongue against her skin nearly making her see double.
He smiled again, slowly sliding her underwear off her hips and down her legs, discarding it to the floor and sliding his body over hers, gazing into her eyes.
She touched his face, her eyes burning with the same fire she found in his. She cocked her eyebrow with a knowing smile, wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing her against him. "You... have protection?" she asked.
It took a moment for her words to register. Then he groaned, dropping his head against her shoulder.
Her head fell back against the pillow. Crap, he didn't, she thought, letting down her mental defenses for moment.
He thought for a moment, grimacing inwardly at the thought of what came to mind.
"Sam?" she asked, her voice cracking. "A million dollars for what's on your mind right now." Her body quivered impatiently for release.
"I know where I can get some," he said, dreading the thought.
Sarah's eyes shot open. And she nearly laughed. "Uh, I'll go, okay?" she replied, kissing him hard and quick. "Hold that thought." She sat up with him and pulled on his shirt once again.
"You're definitely the angel," he murmured, kissing her once more.
Kissing him back and stroking his lower abdomen gently, she whispered, "No, you are." She shot him a look that told him to stay worked up before opening the door and sneaking across the hall.
He groaned softly at the loss of her warmth against him and waited for her to return.
Wrapping Sam's shirt close to her body, Sarah rapped softly on Chloe and Dean's door, her cheeks flushed from arousal and sheer embarrassment that Dean might answer the door. She was more than relieved when Chloe did.
Chloe's eyebrows furrowed as she gazed at Sarah. "What's up?"
She couldn't quite meet her friend's eyes. "I need... something, Chloe," she said, biting back a giggle.
She cocked her head to one side. "Uh, okay, what do you...?” It dawned on her that her friend was wearing Sam's shirt. And that a couple of the buttons were buttoned wrong. Her eyes widened a little. "Oh. Ohhh."
Sarah blushed harder and wiped her mussed hair out of her face, looking around to make sure no one saw her. "I kinda took him... unprepared," she whispered, looking back at Chloe. "Please don't tell Dean. He'd never let Sam live this down."
"My lips are sealed," she promised. "Come on in, Dean's asleep in the other room."
Sarah walked into the room as quietly as possible and waited for Chloe to retrieve some condoms from the bathroom. She glanced around quickly, relieved that Dean really was somewhere else.
A moment later, Chloe returned, pressing a handful of silver packages into her friend's hand. She couldn't help but smile. "I'm guessing we probably won't see you guys today."
A twinkle entered Sarah's eyes. "Probably not," she whispered, winking at Chloe. "Sorry to interrupt. Thanks." She held up her full hand and grinned. She then turned and ran across the hall and into the other room, where she found Sam on his back, the sheet pulled over his lower body. She smirked at the picture he created. "Funny, never took you for someone who wasn't... prepared." She sauntered across the room and jumped on the bed, tossing the silver-foiled packages on the nightstand.
"Well I didn't expect a good morning quite like that one," he told her with a small smile.
Reaching down and kissing him, her lips warm on his, she whispered, "Maybe we could change that?" She slid her body against his, moving her legs under the sheet and rubbing them against his thigh.
He groaned. "God yes." He pulled her down to kiss him, sliding his hands through her hair.
Fumbling for one of the packages she just dropped, she ripped it open and handed it to him. "Glad to see you're still worked up," she groaned as she shrugged out of his shirt once more.
"I have a feeling I'm going to be for awhile," he growled, ripping the package open.
Sarah reclined on her back and watched him put the condom on before covering her body with his. She giggled. "That makes two of us," she whispered, moaning as she felt him enter her body.
He groaned, burying his face against her neck as he slid into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to his presence. "You okay?" he whispered.
Her mind shut off and her voice incapable of speaking suddenly, she simply nodded and wrapped her legs around him, sliding her hips to meet his and groaning as she did.
"Oh God," he whispered as her actions pulled him farther into her warmth. "Sarah." He closed his eyes, slowly rocking his hips against hers.
Sarah felt her body moving with his in a frantic, sensuous dance that quickly brought them both to a mind-shattering climax that she had neither expected nor experienced before. "Sam," she finally whispered, her body coming down from her passion, her voice breathless. She fought to catch her breath though she remained wrapped around him.
His breathing ragged, he shifted so she was lying on top of him instead of the other way around. He slid a hand down her back, smoothing her hair from her forehead. "I love you."
She smiled and kissed his chest gently before looking up at him. "I love you, too, Sam Winchester," she whispered, her eyes filled with love for him.
"Marry me." The words escaped his lips without a second thought.
Sarah's eyes widened. Did he ask me what I think he just asked me? she wondered, looking at him, surprised. She swallowed hard and put her head against his chest. "Damn, I'm good," she whispered thoughtfully.
"I mean it," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and winding his arms around her. "I've been thinking about it for awhile."
"Really?" she asked, a little uncertain. "You have? I mean..." She tried to find the words but couldn't. Her heart felt like it would burst, it was pounding so hard. Never had she imagined being married. Not even in her most fevered dreams involving Sam himself.
He slid his fingers through her silky hair, nodding slightly. His own heart was still beating quickly. "Life's short," he whispered. "I don't wanna waste it. I wanna be with you."
She grinned wickedly, a gleam in her eyes. "Does this mean I get to wake you up like this more often?" She wriggled her hips against his and wanted to laugh at his incoherent response.
He moaned involuntarily. "Is that a yes?" he whispered.
"Yes," she whispered, kissing him softly. "That's a yes." She squealed a little when Sam flipped her on her back and pressed her into the bed once more, kissing her deeply.
He grinned at her when the kiss ended, his eyes sparkling.
Sarah blushed, though she met his gaze directly. "So should we... I mean, this is Vegas..." She stroked his back as she spoke.
His eyes widened. "You'd wanna elope?"
She swallowed hard. "I hadn't intended to. Unless you had something in mind..." She thought about the time she told Chloe she wasn't planning on eloping with Sam in Vegas and smiled secretly.
"Whatever you want, Sarah," he said softly.
"We, Sam... what we want." She took his face between her hands and kissed him again. "I just want to be with you. Always have."
"I wanna do what's gonna make you happy." He kissed her softly.
"You make me happy," she replied, moving her body against his to emphasize her words.
"That makes two of us," Sam whispered.
Sarah's eyes twinkled. "I think we should celebrate by staying in bed. What do you say?"
He grinned. "Nothing like making up for lost time."
Brushing his hair out of his face, she whispered, "Think I can cut your hair sometime?" She saw his surprised look and giggled a little.
"You don't like my hair?"
"I love your hair," she replied, smirking with laughter and running her hands through it. "I just wanted to see what you'd say." She lightly raked her nails across his back, feeling him shiver with delight.
"Keep that up and I just might let you," he murmured.
"Like that, do ya?" she whispered, repeating her previous loving attack on his body, blushing at the look of sheer pleasure on his face.
He swallowed hard and slid his arms beneath her, flipping them so she was on top.
Letting her hair fall down over her shoulders, she leaned down and kissed his chest, licking and nipping at him, her mouth moving down his body slowly.
He slid his hands down her arms, feeling her smooth skin as she gazed at her intently.
"I love you," she whispered, looking up at him with her heart in her eyes as she reached for another condom on the nightstand.
"I love you," Sam echoed without hesitation.
Even as Sam pulled her tightly to him, their bodies merging and pleasuring each other again, Sarah knew deep down that Sam was a powerful man. In more ways than one. And nothing in heaven or hell could ever convince her that he was anything but good. Her very own angel, she thought, breathless with contentment.
Authors: xtremeroswellia and clarksmuse
Rated: NC-17. Big time!
Disclaimer: Not ours. Don't sue.
Pairing: Sam/Sarah, Dean/Chloe
Sarah stretched, feeling more rested that she had in a very long time. She slowly opened her eyes, taking a moment to remember where she was... Caesar's Palace. The penthouse. They'd destroyed a 33.1 plant just the day before... She sat up in bed, looking down at herself in her PJ's and over at the man sleeping next to her... and smiled, because Sam was still sound asleep.
Scooting further into the bed, she snuggled her body against his and put her head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. No way was he even remotely evil, she thought.
He shifted in his sleep, sliding an arm around her waist without waking up.
She bit her lip, aroused by the fact that he had pulled their bodies together, hers flush against him. She slid a hand under his shirt and stroked the hard muscles of his stomach, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced up at him and smiled, seeing him still deep in sleep. Slipping his shirt up, she kissed the bare, exposed skin gently, slowly.
He groaned softly, his eyes slowly opening as he felt her lips against his bare skin. "Sarah?" he murmured sleepily.
She ignored him, licking her way up his chest, pushing his shirt up as she went. Feeling his heart beat increase. Her hands went around to caress his smooth, muscular back.
He was wide awake now. "God," he whispered at the feel of her tongue against him.
"You called?" she teased gently, lifting his shirt over his head and looking into his sleepy eyes.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked softly, touching her face with one hand.
Sarah's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Saying good morning," she replied, rubbing her thigh against his hardness. When he groaned, she laughed, lust in her voice.
"That's one hell of a way to say good morning," he murmured, pulling her in for a kiss.
She melted into his kiss, deepening it quickly to let him know she wasn't nearly finished with him. Her hands moved down his body to the waistband of his boxers: she slipped one hand beneath them and gripped his thick cock gently.
His eyes rolled back in his head. "Sarah..."
Moving Sam onto his back, Sarah gazed down into his eyes. "Yes, Sam?" she asked, her voice anything but innocent as she pumped him lightly.
His hips bucked involuntarily. He was beyond rational thought, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly.
Slipping his boxers off his hips, Sarah watched Sam's reactions to her small movement on his body. She wanted to move faster, but not with her hand... but the way he was thrusting, she didn't know how long he would last. Torn between two worlds, she gave into her need to please him and moved her hand faster along his hardness, her own breath short and ragged, matching his when he climaxed against her hand.
His head dropped back against the pillow, his breathing ragged and his world spinning at the sensations still lingering in his body. He looked up at her, his eyes glazed with desire. "Wow."
"You can say that again." She cleaned off her hand and his body with the sheet before slipping out of bed to get a warm washcloth to finish.
Sam swallowed hard, watching the sway of her hips as she climbed out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. His shirt clung to every curve just perfectly. Watching her was intoxicating.
Checking herself in the mirror before she went back out, Sarah smiled. Maybe she had his attention now, she thought. Moving back into the room, she grinned seductively when she found him watching her intently, desire written all over his face. She leaned against the doorjamb and watched him, admiring his naked body.
He slowly climbed out of bed, wrapping the sheet around his waist as he headed for the door.
"Whatcha doing?" Sarah asked, watching him move, a bemused smile on her face. My God, Sam looked heavenly, she thought.
He pulled the 'Do Not Disturb' sign off the inside door handle, unlocked the door and slid it on the outside door handle, closing the door once more and locking it. He turned to face her with dark eyes.
A sensual smile crossed her lips. "Hadn't thought of that," she whispered, taking a few steps towards him, unbuttoning his shirt as she moved.
"Stop," he whispered.
Sarah complied, her body frozen on the spot, her fingers trembling slightly. A confused, slightly hurt look crossed her face.
He moved closer to her, pressing a hot kiss against her lips and letting his hands drop to the buttons.
The shirt slid off her shoulders and Sam's hands touched her bare skin, making her moan as their lips locked to each other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
Without breaking their kiss, he scooped her up off the floor and walked over to the bed.
"Sam," she whispered, feeling her head spin as his body covered hers, sinking into the bed. She closed her eyes and felt her body erupt with desire when she felt his lips trail to her neck.
"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" he murmured, his lips trailing along her neck down to her collarbone.
"Not... lately," she whispered, her breath hitching when his mouth covered one of her nipples and sucked gently. Her hands dug into his hair, her body writhing underneath his.
"Well, I do," Sam said softly, moving to her other breast and treating it to the same pleasure. He smiled against her skin when he felt her shudder beneath him.
Sarah's hips bucked against him. She burned inside for him, her body aching with need. Her hands trailed down his back. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.
He slid his mouth farther down her body, kissing her navel and flicking his tongue out against her belly button.
"Oh God," she panted, his tongue against her skin nearly making her see double.
He smiled again, slowly sliding her underwear off her hips and down her legs, discarding it to the floor and sliding his body over hers, gazing into her eyes.
She touched his face, her eyes burning with the same fire she found in his. She cocked her eyebrow with a knowing smile, wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing her against him. "You... have protection?" she asked.
It took a moment for her words to register. Then he groaned, dropping his head against her shoulder.
Her head fell back against the pillow. Crap, he didn't, she thought, letting down her mental defenses for moment.
He thought for a moment, grimacing inwardly at the thought of what came to mind.
"Sam?" she asked, her voice cracking. "A million dollars for what's on your mind right now." Her body quivered impatiently for release.
"I know where I can get some," he said, dreading the thought.
Sarah's eyes shot open. And she nearly laughed. "Uh, I'll go, okay?" she replied, kissing him hard and quick. "Hold that thought." She sat up with him and pulled on his shirt once again.
"You're definitely the angel," he murmured, kissing her once more.
Kissing him back and stroking his lower abdomen gently, she whispered, "No, you are." She shot him a look that told him to stay worked up before opening the door and sneaking across the hall.
He groaned softly at the loss of her warmth against him and waited for her to return.
Wrapping Sam's shirt close to her body, Sarah rapped softly on Chloe and Dean's door, her cheeks flushed from arousal and sheer embarrassment that Dean might answer the door. She was more than relieved when Chloe did.
Chloe's eyebrows furrowed as she gazed at Sarah. "What's up?"
She couldn't quite meet her friend's eyes. "I need... something, Chloe," she said, biting back a giggle.
She cocked her head to one side. "Uh, okay, what do you...?” It dawned on her that her friend was wearing Sam's shirt. And that a couple of the buttons were buttoned wrong. Her eyes widened a little. "Oh. Ohhh."
Sarah blushed harder and wiped her mussed hair out of her face, looking around to make sure no one saw her. "I kinda took him... unprepared," she whispered, looking back at Chloe. "Please don't tell Dean. He'd never let Sam live this down."
"My lips are sealed," she promised. "Come on in, Dean's asleep in the other room."
Sarah walked into the room as quietly as possible and waited for Chloe to retrieve some condoms from the bathroom. She glanced around quickly, relieved that Dean really was somewhere else.
A moment later, Chloe returned, pressing a handful of silver packages into her friend's hand. She couldn't help but smile. "I'm guessing we probably won't see you guys today."
A twinkle entered Sarah's eyes. "Probably not," she whispered, winking at Chloe. "Sorry to interrupt. Thanks." She held up her full hand and grinned. She then turned and ran across the hall and into the other room, where she found Sam on his back, the sheet pulled over his lower body. She smirked at the picture he created. "Funny, never took you for someone who wasn't... prepared." She sauntered across the room and jumped on the bed, tossing the silver-foiled packages on the nightstand.
"Well I didn't expect a good morning quite like that one," he told her with a small smile.
Reaching down and kissing him, her lips warm on his, she whispered, "Maybe we could change that?" She slid her body against his, moving her legs under the sheet and rubbing them against his thigh.
He groaned. "God yes." He pulled her down to kiss him, sliding his hands through her hair.
Fumbling for one of the packages she just dropped, she ripped it open and handed it to him. "Glad to see you're still worked up," she groaned as she shrugged out of his shirt once more.
"I have a feeling I'm going to be for awhile," he growled, ripping the package open.
Sarah reclined on her back and watched him put the condom on before covering her body with his. She giggled. "That makes two of us," she whispered, moaning as she felt him enter her body.
He groaned, burying his face against her neck as he slid into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to his presence. "You okay?" he whispered.
Her mind shut off and her voice incapable of speaking suddenly, she simply nodded and wrapped her legs around him, sliding her hips to meet his and groaning as she did.
"Oh God," he whispered as her actions pulled him farther into her warmth. "Sarah." He closed his eyes, slowly rocking his hips against hers.
Sarah felt her body moving with his in a frantic, sensuous dance that quickly brought them both to a mind-shattering climax that she had neither expected nor experienced before. "Sam," she finally whispered, her body coming down from her passion, her voice breathless. She fought to catch her breath though she remained wrapped around him.
His breathing ragged, he shifted so she was lying on top of him instead of the other way around. He slid a hand down her back, smoothing her hair from her forehead. "I love you."
She smiled and kissed his chest gently before looking up at him. "I love you, too, Sam Winchester," she whispered, her eyes filled with love for him.
"Marry me." The words escaped his lips without a second thought.
Sarah's eyes widened. Did he ask me what I think he just asked me? she wondered, looking at him, surprised. She swallowed hard and put her head against his chest. "Damn, I'm good," she whispered thoughtfully.
"I mean it," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and winding his arms around her. "I've been thinking about it for awhile."
"Really?" she asked, a little uncertain. "You have? I mean..." She tried to find the words but couldn't. Her heart felt like it would burst, it was pounding so hard. Never had she imagined being married. Not even in her most fevered dreams involving Sam himself.
He slid his fingers through her silky hair, nodding slightly. His own heart was still beating quickly. "Life's short," he whispered. "I don't wanna waste it. I wanna be with you."
She grinned wickedly, a gleam in her eyes. "Does this mean I get to wake you up like this more often?" She wriggled her hips against his and wanted to laugh at his incoherent response.
He moaned involuntarily. "Is that a yes?" he whispered.
"Yes," she whispered, kissing him softly. "That's a yes." She squealed a little when Sam flipped her on her back and pressed her into the bed once more, kissing her deeply.
He grinned at her when the kiss ended, his eyes sparkling.
Sarah blushed, though she met his gaze directly. "So should we... I mean, this is Vegas..." She stroked his back as she spoke.
His eyes widened. "You'd wanna elope?"
She swallowed hard. "I hadn't intended to. Unless you had something in mind..." She thought about the time she told Chloe she wasn't planning on eloping with Sam in Vegas and smiled secretly.
"Whatever you want, Sarah," he said softly.
"We, Sam... what we want." She took his face between her hands and kissed him again. "I just want to be with you. Always have."
"I wanna do what's gonna make you happy." He kissed her softly.
"You make me happy," she replied, moving her body against his to emphasize her words.
"That makes two of us," Sam whispered.
Sarah's eyes twinkled. "I think we should celebrate by staying in bed. What do you say?"
He grinned. "Nothing like making up for lost time."
Brushing his hair out of his face, she whispered, "Think I can cut your hair sometime?" She saw his surprised look and giggled a little.
"You don't like my hair?"
"I love your hair," she replied, smirking with laughter and running her hands through it. "I just wanted to see what you'd say." She lightly raked her nails across his back, feeling him shiver with delight.
"Keep that up and I just might let you," he murmured.
"Like that, do ya?" she whispered, repeating her previous loving attack on his body, blushing at the look of sheer pleasure on his face.
He swallowed hard and slid his arms beneath her, flipping them so she was on top.
Letting her hair fall down over her shoulders, she leaned down and kissed his chest, licking and nipping at him, her mouth moving down his body slowly.
He slid his hands down her arms, feeling her smooth skin as she gazed at her intently.
"I love you," she whispered, looking up at him with her heart in her eyes as she reached for another condom on the nightstand.
"I love you," Sam echoed without hesitation.
Even as Sam pulled her tightly to him, their bodies merging and pleasuring each other again, Sarah knew deep down that Sam was a powerful man. In more ways than one. And nothing in heaven or hell could ever convince her that he was anything but good. Her very own angel, she thought, breathless with contentment.