Catherine's POV

One year. One entire blissful year since the first time we made love. I watch as the clock ticks over to 12 o'clock and it is now the 24th of October 2003. We had the night off tonight and he's asleep beside me. Or rather, he's holding me close to him. I roll over in his embrace and gently kiss his eyelids.

"Gil, honey, wake up."

He slowly stirs and soon his eyes are staring into mine. He sees me looking at him and smiles, gently caressing my face. "Hey, beautiful."

"Do you know what the date is?" I ask him.

He glances at the clock. "October 24th."

I nod. "Mhm. And what did we do this time October 24th 2002?" I watch as the seductive smile spreads across his face.

He rolls over and hovers above me. "I believe I was making love to you."

My hands travel across his back. "Happy anniversary."

He bends down and kisses me gently. "Happy anniversary."

"You know what I think we should do now?" I ask him.

"I hope so," he replies, his hand skimming down to clutch at the hem of my nightgown.

"I think we should celebrate our anniversary," I smile, as I help him tug the nightgown over my head.

He nods. "I love you, Catherine."

"I love you too," I tell him. "Let's get you naked." I watch him pull his boxer shorts down and I smile. If only people knew what was hidden beneath his clothes.

I reach for him and he obliges, covering my body with his and my eyes close as I feel his skin pressing against mine. "Kiss me," I command.

Our lips crash together and I moan as he immediately deepens the kiss. I love his kisses, and the way he can make me want him by just gently caressing my lips with his. A year has certainly not dulled the passion we feel for each other and I shiver beneath him as his tongue explores my mouth.

His hands travel around my body, his touch fleeting caresses but oh so good. My hands lock around his neck arching my body up against his.

"Let's take it slow," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to my neck. "You taste so good."

"Why not fast?" I ask, brushing my pelvis against him.

He groans and kisses me again. "Because I made love to you last year."

"I'm not going to argue," I smile, as his hands cup my breasts.

"Good," he says, pressing kisses upon them. "Because you wouldn't win."

I raise an eyebrow. "Really?" I move against him. "Are you sure?"

He groans again and hovers above me. "Shutup, Catherine," he says, kissing my lips.

I nip his bottom lip and soothe it with my tongue. "Just because I love you and it's our anniversary."

"Good." He travels back down to my breasts again, this time taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking gently.

I let out a soft sigh and hold his head against me, my hands tangling in his curls. "You.so good."

"I'm glad you approve," he murmurs, his warm breath tickling my skin.

"How could I not?" I manage to mumble, as his lips move to my other breast. "You're very talented in this area."

"Well, I owe that to you," he replies. Lifting his head, he looks me in the eye. "You make me good at this."

I try to fight the tears that come to my eyes and I tug his shoulders until he rests above me. "What would I do without you?"

"Let's never find out," he tells me, kissing my tears away.

My hands travel down his body, skimming lightly over his chest, and then discovering with pleasure that he's incredibly hot and hard.for me.

He takes my hand, raising it high above my head. "Later. I haven't finished my exploring yet."

"What exploring?" I ask, as his hands caress my body. "You've seen it all before."

"Doesn't mean I don't like appreciating it," he answers, pressing kisses to my abdomen. He looks up at me, as his hand cups me. "You don't object do you?"

"Mmm," I moan, closing my eyes. "Not at all."

He smiles. "You're beautiful."

I wriggle beneath him, urging his hand onwards as it traces patterns around my inner thighs. "Gil," I whine, "it's mean to tease."

He grins at me and I sigh in satisfaction as he circles my clit with his finger.

"Feels.so good," I tell him.

I can feel his eyes watching me intently as he slides a finger inside me, curling and then uncurling it as his thumb runs across my clit.

"Open your eyes, Catherine," he orders me.

He knows I'm close. That's another thing we've become attuned to over the past year. We know exactly how to drive each other crazy and bring the ultimate pleasure to each other.

I feel a familiar coil tightening inside me and my eyes lock onto his as my orgasm rips through my body, hot and swift. He continues his ministrations until my breathing eases.

"Hi," he murmurs, crawling up to lie beside me.

My hand rests on his chest. "Wow."

He leans over and kisses me gently. "You okay?"

I nod, and tug him until he hovers above me. "I want you."

He smiles and positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me again.

"Now," I demand, my hands travelling down his back and resting on his ass.

He nods and my hips arch up to meet his as he thrusts inside of me.

I let out a low guttural moan as my body moves to adjust to him. My legs wrap around his waist and he watches me intently.

"You okay?" he asks, his hand caressing my cheek.

"Mhm," I reply dreamily, nudging him. He feels so incredible inside of me, but then, he always has. Right from the very first time we made love, I knew our bodies were made for each other. We fit together perfectly, and it amazes me every time.

He's stopped moving and I frown at him.

"What were you thinking about?" he asks me.

I smile seductively at him. "About how well we fit together."

He grins at me. "Plumbing?"

I giggle. "Mhm. Male into female parts. Righty tighty, lefty loosely."

I run my hands up his back, and resting them on his shoulders, pull him into a deep kiss.

He starts to thrust inside of me, slowly at first, then at my murmured request, faster and deeper.

"More," I beg. "Please, more." My head arches back.

His hand moves between us and strokes my clit as he thrusts hard inside me. "I love you, Catherine," he murmurs and my eyes lock onto his.

I force myself to keep my eyes on him as white-hot pleasure spread through me, leaving me trembling in its wake. I held him close as he exploded inside of me and we shared a deep kiss.

"I love you," I tell him, kissing him gently. I snuggle up to him as he holds me tight.

I relish these moments. Just being in his arms, feeling safe and protected. And loved. By God, do I feel loved.

"Happy anniversary, Catherine," he tells me, kissing my forehead gently.

"Happy anniversary," I reply, succumbing to sleep.

FINIS