Shadows in the Darkness

In the still of an inky black night, something was stirring.

It called to him, dragging at his subconscious and pulling him from the depths of his exhausted slumbers.

A phantom to which he could not put a name but its insistent siren song was inescapable.

As conscious thought became reconnected to physical sensation, he recognised the familiar smell.

Woman.

Hot, wet pheromones wafted their way from under the duvet, assailing his nostrils and calling him to action.

The fatigue of his mind fought them but his body showed no such reticence as it responded to the alarm.

Warm blood pumped its way into expanding arteries until there was no ignoring his reaction to her presence.

Gnawing at him, forcing his brain to wakefulness as the soft, cool flesh of her buttocks nuzzled into his groin.

With no need for preamble or foreplay, instinct had performed its natural reaction to the proximity of a gender differential.

Just shadows in the darkness, two well-loved bodies became one in sleepy recognition.