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Laying on my right side, facing Marco, I lightly drew my finger over each of his features.

He was laying on his back, with his right arm raised and crossed underneath his head, and his left arm stretched out under my neck and pillow. His face was tilted towards me.

I had woken up before him. The early morning sun brought in soft, warm light into my bedroom, despite the terrible weather. After a while my lack of clothing caught up with me, and I felt unreasonably cold.

As subtly as possible I moved closer to Marco, attempting to catch some of his warmth.

"Santo cielo." His morning voice was raspy, and deep, even as a sleepy murmur. Mix that with Italian, and all bets are off. When he spoke, he didn't open his eyes.

"What?" I whispered moving back a little bit, thinking maybe I got too close for him.

But, using his arm that had been under my neck, he pulled me closer to him again. I let him, and positioned myself with my head on his chest and my hand on his stomach.

"You're like an ice cube." His hand slid down and gently held onto the dip in my waist, just above my hip, and our legs tangled together.

"Sorry." I whispered, giggling a little bit. He just shook his head slightly. "You're like a furnace." I kept my voice at a whisper.

Still with his eyes closed, his face changed into a closed-mouth smile as he laughed lightly. After a second we calmed down again, and laid still as we held each other. I let my fingertips softly move across his happy trail.

"Mmm..." I could feel the vibration of his voice in his chest under my ear, "Don't start something you can't finish, Bella." I blushed at the pet-name.

"What if I can finish it?" I moved my head a little so that I could see his face now. He was giving me a cheeky look, with a small smirk on his lips and one of his eyes opened slightly, so that he could see me.

I tilted my head back down again and kissed his chest softly a few times before turning back to him. Now, both of his eyes were open and his smiled widened. So did mine.

I placed my hand on his cheek, stroking softly, and I slowly leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips. My lips stayed on his for a few seconds longer before I pulled back to look at him. We briefly made eye contact and smiled widely at each other, before we simultaneously leaned back in for another kiss, still soft, but now with the added element of tongue.

It was calmer than last night, but just as passionate. As I remembered the events of last night and let myself sink into this moment with Marco, I felt myself getting more excited than I already was. I reached down and felt that Marco was getting excited, too. I smiled to myself, and he let out a soft groan as I slowly moved my hand up and down- clearly too slow for his liking.

I moved my hand back up to his neck and he moved his right arm from behind his head, placing it gently on my forearm before sliding it to my bicep. He rubbed that spot a few times before snaking his arm further down and resting his hand on my upper back. Turning on his side, as if to minimise the space between us, he lowered his arm and pulled my leg up over the side of his hip, which allowed easier access. I moaned and used my leg to pull his hips even closer while he slid his hand back up my side and to my back.

With one of his arms under me, his hand placed on my hip, and the other holding me closer with his hand on my back, I was engulfed in a sense of security that I hadn't felt in a long time. His arms were big, and as they were wrapped around me, and gave their warmth to me, I couldn't ignore that feeling of safety.