Sean panted softly, his breathing hoarse but steady. He felt hot, sweaty, sticky, dirty. Yet, under him, wrapped in his arms was the most beautiful and special woman he knew. She was his partner, up to now, in work, but after this, he saw a partner for more. Moments ago he had briefly considered how their lives would change, how he would change, and now, basking in the euphoric haze of their love-making, Sean realized that those changes were right here in front of him, awaiting an answer. "<b><i>Well, if you mean more sex, I'm all tapped out, Arianna. You milked everything I've got in me. If you mean something more, though, no, not selfish at all. In fact, I was going to ask if you wanted to move in with me, me with you, or some place new? No way I'm letting you out of my sight now, love.</i></b>"<br/><br/>Sean sincerely hoped that that is what Arianna meant. He knew he loved her now, that he wasn't just reacting to some instinctual desire. Despite the fact that they were cuddled on sweat stained sheets, and he could feel his cum oozing from around where his cock remained inside her, he was only aware of those brilliant green eyes, that cute, naughty 'just been fucked' smile on her face, and that adorable flush in her face that drew his lips to hers. Yeah, he loved her, and he couldn't see himself living apart from her now. He wasn't sure how they would live though, in regards to employment. Could they possibly carry on with the same jobs? The sudden realization that she would always be in danger didn't sit with Sean at all.<br/><br/>He also realized how he may have made a fool of himself by admitting how he felt about Arianna. So he bravely hid his face in the side of hers. It was true; so much easier to stare down death than love.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>