He pulls the skirt off her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Once she's free of it, he pulls her onto his lap, kissing his way up her chest to her neck.

Leaning back onto the bed, he rolls over so that she's on the bottom, then pulls the covers around them, cocooning in the warm blankets.

Twining his fingers in her hair, hand resting just at the back of her head, he stops for a moment, just looking her in the eyes and smiling. God, this isn't a dream for once; it's actually happening.

"I love you," he says, softly.