Immediately she remembered to check the brass box to her left.  A smile came to her lips.  There, just as she had suspected, were a few emergency candles. By emergency candles she was not referring to the event the power went out. An emergency to Whit meant that they were in the midst of a romantic night and the main supply of candles was out.

Stacey fondly remembered the nights they share as their shadows merged into one while they made love until both their bodies and the candles gave way to morning’s sunlight.

Whit stopped readying the bed to look upon her wife with a curious expression. She studied Stacey when each candle was lit one by one. Hugging the pillow that she had been fluffing for her wife, she smiled. “Is there anything about me that you don’t know?” she asked softly.

Stacey looked over her shoulder to the beautiful Irish woman smiling at her. Her expression was gentle as she responded to the question. “There is a lot about you that I still don’t know, but I am looking forward to learning all I can.”

Grinning, Whit threw the pillow to its place at the head of the bed. “Like what?”

Removing her sweater, Stacey felt the air once again kiss her bare skin. “Like why you giggle in your sleep?”

A gentle flush touched Whit’s cheeks. “I do not giggle in my sleep,” she said, emphasizing each word.

Tossing the sweater onto the floor, Stacey smiled. “Oh, yes you do.” She unbuttoned her jeans sliding them down her legs. “Your are so cute when you do it, too,” she teased.

“You get this little crinkle in your nose and—

“Hush,” Whit laughed, throwing a spare pillow at her wife playfully. “I do not!”

Stacey caught the pillow with ease, and then placed it beside her. She smiled gently at her wife while walking to the bed and unfastening the clasp of her bra.  “I love all those little things that you do… like when you fidget with your ring when you are nervous…or the way your eyes light up when I come home.  I especially love that last one.”