The smile that graced her face was a wistful one, and as the warm water cascaded over their bodies, entwined so closely together, they were nearly one with each other, she sighed.  This was the only place she wanted to be, in his arms, for the rest of her life.<br/><br/>She never once thought she would meet the man of her dreams.  Never once thought, that in all the world, that he existed.  She certainly never thought she would meet him, here, in Paradise.  It was only fitting though, that they would meet, in a place so romantic, so made for lovers.  She really shouldn't be all that surprised!<br/><br/>His words in her ear, a dream he didn't want to end, mirrored her sentiments exactly.  Only this wasn't a dream.  She was sure of that, as she ran her hands over the expanse of his back, gently raking her nails into the skin.  No, this was no dream, this was real.  "This is no dream, Jeremiah.  This is real, for I can feel you in my arms.  I can kiss you," as her lips planted small kisses over his face, neck and shoulders, "I can taste you," as her soft tongue snaked out to lap at the water beading on his shoulder.  "One can't hold onto a dream, dreams are fleeting, gone when you open your eyes.  I open my eyes, and I can see your handsome face.  I can stroke your cheek.  Oh, no, Darling, this is definitely<em>not</em>a dream."