<em>Elijah lay in bed.  Rachael had opened the windows and the fresh summer smell of...lilacs, he thought, wafted into the room.  Rachael lay on his chest.  She was naked and gorgeous.  The swell of her hip, just lightly pimpled from the light breeze, caught the early morning rays of the sun.  "I love you," she said as she pressed her weight onto his chest.  Elijah looked at her.  He could feel her nipples, hardened, whether from his presence or the cool breeze, press into his chest.  "Don't you love me, back?" she pouted.  Of course he did, he thought, but he was having trouble saying it.  He felt his penis twitch as she lay across him.  "Ooh, someone loves me," she giggled.  Suddenly, she raised herself to his head and kissed him firmly.  Elijah went to kiss her back, but somehow couldn't.  "Come on, don't be a party pooper," Rachael said.  And again, she sat on his chest, exposing herself to his gaze.  "I need you.  I want you.  Why won't you love me?"  Her voice changed while she spoke, until the last came out as a plaintive cry.  "Why won't you love me?!"  She threw herself at him and kissed him again, hard.  Something shifted and Elijah felt his paralysis lift.  He grabbed her tight and kissed her as hard as he could.  "I do.  I do love you."  He held her tight and kissed her again.</em><br/><br/>Realization dawned slowly up Elijah.  The sand in his back, the sun in his eyes, a small rock digging into his shoulder blade, and his arms around a warm body on top of him that was decidedly not Rachael...