Warm, deep darkness as the candles dance...

'But Gibli,' the voice pleads softly. 'It is your birthing day ad it should be special.'

'It is special.' A deeper, rumbling voice counters and a hand moves in the darkness to smooth hair away from flushed cheeks.

'I have spoiled everything,' the first voice murmurs, soft cheek turning towards the pillow.

'Bah-Nonsense. I am more than content to stay as we are now. For me, it is special.' The voice continues, as a sniffle and soft catch of breath give pause to the answer

'HehhhChhusss! Ehh, heh-Shhhuhh!'

'Bless.' Lips graze a slightly pinkend nose and come to rest on an overly warm temple.

'And do you know why is it so special, Sweeting?'

A sniffle and a gentle sigh fill the silence.

The bed shifts and lips move to capture lips and two bodies come together to move as one.

'Because you are with me.'