Laying her hand on the back of his head she lazily raked her fingers through the thick strands. "Are you tired?" Her chest vibrated with a soft low hum as the lullaby she had been humming to herself earlier began again. Butterfly wings fluttered in her stomach with each touch of his hand over the flat plane of her belly. Closing her eyes she settled back, her head nestled in the downy pillow and a cloud of hair. This was comfortable and possibly the swwetest moment she had ever shared with anyone. She knew one day this would grow into unbridled passion, torn clothes and rushed touches. For now, feeling loved would be enough.