The sweetness of their kiss could not be described by even the most talented tongues and skilled hands. To say he enjoyed it was a gross understatement. In all the kisses he'd ever had, which only came from his family, this was much different. There was a flutter in his stomach when she kissed him, something that stirred his body in new ways. Whatever she was doing to him, he loved it and wanted more of it. Her lips were soft and sweet, like a rose petal dipped in sugar. The way Madison navigated her lips to match his movements was mesmerizing, especially because he really didn't know what he was doing. But she almost guided Arc, the way she moved, but shared the lead with him. It was total bliss, and when she finally pulled back, he found himself almost reaching out to her still. Arc opened his eyes and gazed down at her, and immediately he could see the happiness and contentment in her eyes. She was happy, for the first time since he'd met her, she was happy, and so was he. He could only hope that his feelings for her were reflected in his own eyes, but he wouldn't keep it a secret from her. He would tell her.<br/><br/>But not that night. She needed to rest. "Goodnight Madison. Sleep well." He spoke softly, using his arm to idly trace a line up and down her back, just along her spine. He could remember having a bad dream as a child, and just the feeling of his mother's fingertips on his back was powerful enough to calm him. He was perfectly comfortable there with her, and closed his eyes. He didn't sleep right away, far too engrossed in the situation to want to sleep it away just yet. There was a feeling of love in their simple embrace that he'd been missing ever since the Fall. But when he finally felt the throws of the sandman's song weighing his eyelids down, he closed them and cuddled up closer to Madison. He needed no blanket; she kept him plenty warm, between her body heat and his own... biological responses to having a beautiful woman sleeping on him. Just before sleep took him, he whispered one more time.<br/><br/>"Goodnight sweet girl." It wasn't known if he even realized he said it, but without anyone else to hear it, the sentence faded into the air like the sweet smell of a lilac bloom.