She occasionally tilted her head for a better touch of their lips, not pressing for anything more ...yet. She was so far content with having him in her arms, in the quiet of the evening with only their whispered voices breaking the silence.

"Then you're my dream..my fantasy," she murmured back as she slipped in kisses between words, "My beloved...my world.." All of those titles suited him - but especially, "My Allen.."