At last, there was nothing left to separate them.  Angie pulled Rollie’s mouth down to hers, consuming it with insatiable hunger.  As their lips drew apart, their eyes met, all their thoughts, all their feelings passing from one to the other in that gaze.  Caught within Angie’s eyes, Rollie joined their bodies together.  Twin gasps escaped the lovers’ throats, their eyes closing in rapture.  For a timeless moment, they held still, content with just the feeling of being united.

“I love you,” they said, each voice echoing the other’s.  They held onto each other’s eyes as they began to move in the ancient rhythm of passion, seeing their ecstasy mirrored there.

Then, in the midst of their passion, they felt something change, something that had been two become one.  And with that merging, they each became aware of the other’s body as if it was their own.  Two cries rang out as the sensation overwhelmed their senses.  Drunk on the euphoria of the incredible feeling, Rollie and Angie clung to each other as they soared upward on the crest of passion.  Then, in a bright conflagration of indescribable ecstasy, they found their climax.

An endless moment later, the fires dimmed.  Trembling, breathing deeply, the lovers looked at each other.  Their eyes filled with tears of joy and wonder.  They kissed their tears away, hands gently caressing passion-heated skin.  Rollie lay his head within the hollow of Angie’s neck and drew in a long, shuddery breath.  Angie held him close to her, not wanting to be separated from him.  They lay like that for a long time, feeling truly whole for the first time in their lives.

Finally, Rollie lifted his head and met Angie’s gaze.  He tightened his hold on her and rolled to his side.  His hands cradled her face as he kissed her lips, eyes and forehead.

“I want to stay like this forever, Rollie,” Angie murmured.

“Me too.  For the rest of my life.”

With a happy sigh, Angie snuggled her face against Rollie’s neck and closed her eyes.  Holding her close to his heart, Rollie closed his eyes as well and joined her in the warm, safe darkness of sleep. . . .

Rollie’s eyes snapped open to find himself back in his bedroom, alone.  Stunned, he lay still for a minute, an amazing feeling of completion and fulfillment thrumming through his body and soul.  Was it real?  Had that really happened?  Desperately needing to know, he threw off the covers and got out of bed.  A wave of weakness struck him, and he grabbed onto the night stand until his legs stopped shaking.  Then he straightened and left the bedroom.  He looked down the short hall and saw Angie’s door come open.  Their eyes met in the darkness.  Slowly, they approached each other.

“Did it really happen, Rollie?  Was it real?” Angie asked, echoing his earlier questions to himself.

Rollie touched her cheek with trembling fingers.  “Yes.  It was real, Angie.  It was real.”  He scooped her up into his arms, lifting her off the floor. Angie’s legs wrapped around his waist.  They buried their faces in each other’s necks, tears sliding down their cheeks.  It was a long time before they lifted their heads to meet each other’s eyes again.

“How?” Angie whispered.

“I don’t know, and, right now, I don’t care.  All that matters is that it happened.”  Rollie stroked her cheek.  “I have never felt anything like that before, not even close.”

“Me neither.  I want it to happen again.”

“So do I.  I want to make love to you all night long, and not just in the Dreamtime.”  Rollie brushed a thumb across her lips.  “But not tonight.  Soon.”

Angie sighed.  “Soon.”

Rollie lowered her feet to the floor.  He went with her to her bedroom.  Lovingly, he tucked her into bed.

“Stay with me, Rol,” she pleaded.

“Oh, I want to, Ange, so much.  But, if I did, we both know what would happen.”  He placed a long, lingering kiss on her lips.  “Sleep, Angel,” he whispered.  He stroked her forehead gently, willing her to relax.  A small, happy smile curved Angie’s lips.  A little sigh rose out of her as she slipped into sleep.

Placing a kiss on her brow, Rollie quietly left the room and returned to his bedroom.  For several minutes he lay staring into the darkness, thinking about what had just happened.  Then, with a smile of his own, he closed his eyes and drifted away into dreamless sleep.