The plush hotel bar was beginning to fill up and a swing band was busy setting up in the corner of the room. Kurt glanced over to the grand piano, and felt a familiar pang of guilt, wishing that he had continued with his lessons as a kid rather than flunking out because the boy he liked said it was a nerdy thing to do. Who the hell needed boys anyway?! That one hadn't exactly swept him off his feet and carried him off into the sunset - the ass just taunted him and made him feel like crap. Kurt hoped that he was out there somewhere leading a thoroughly miserable existence for what he'd done.

As the band began to tune up, Kurt felt his little corner of the bar getting smaller and smaller, and he was praying that the empty stool beside him would stay that way until he was ready to leave. Some guy with the worst pick-up lines imaginable had thankfully left him alone following his polite refusal, so he felt that he'd dodged a bullet there. Just a few more minutes of peace was all he needed.

'Excuse me ... would you mind if I sat here for a little while?' A voice chimed beside him and broke his meditation. He resisted the urge to scream the profanities going through his head, and took a deep breath. Well, whoever the guy was, he smelled good at least. Kurt gestured a somewhat defeated shrug towards the stool and continued to stare into his glass of warm white wine.

'Thanks ... man, this place is packed tonight, right?' This guy was already sounding way too chirpy for Kurt's liking, but he nodded and managed a polite smile of agreement. The barman approached and gave the guy-next-door a cheery welcome and handshake, saying how great it was to see him there again. Kurt rolled his eyes a little - the last thing he needed right now was a rowdy love-in just inches from his aching head.

'So what can I getcha, man?' the barman buzzed.

'Ummm ... two more of whatever this one's having, please.' Chirpy replied.

'Oh no, really - that's not necessary.' Kurt said, finally raising his head to make a plea to the barman. He shrugged and gestured towards Kurt's neighbour, as if to say 'Hey - take it up with this guy!' and set about pouring two more glasses of wine.

'Honestly, it's not even that good.' Kurt said, hoping that Chirpy would take pity and acknowledge his obvious desire to be left alone. But then he met his gaze ... and for a second his heart stopped as he looked into the most beautiful hazel eyes he'd ever seen. The man grinned.

'I think I'll take my chances ... right now I'll take anything so long as it's wet.'

Kurt felt a blush begin to rise in his cheeks, and feigned a cough in order to turn away and fan his face as discreetly as possible. Dear lord, this guy was hot! He turned back to find a look of concern on Chirpy's face.

'You OK?' he asked.

'Oh yeah, just a tickle.' Kurt replied, and received another super-cute smile from the handsome stranger - he obviously liked tickling too.

'I'm Blaine.' The man said, offering his hand.

'Kurt.' He nodded in reply, feeling the warmth of the Blaine's hand around his own; the long, nimble fingers somehow making him feel safe in the roomful of strangers.

'I'm guessing you're here on business ...' Blaine mused, pointing towards the small badge from the afternoon conference which was still attached to Kurt's lapel. He had obviously forgotten to remove it, and now felt a little silly. He opened his mouth to speak, but was drowned out by the sound of the crowd's applause as the band made their introductions and began to play. Blaine rolled his eyes and turned away briefly to give a polite clap and a manly 'whoop', before returning his attention to Kurt, leaning in and joking 'Rude, huh?!' into his ear. His breath on Kurt's skin felt amazing, and the hairs on his neck immediately stood to attention. He was reminded of the heavenly scent of Blaine's cologne too, and had to fight to remain composed enough in his head to restart the conversation.

They spoke like that for a while, talking briefly about their backgrounds and work. Blaine had explained that he was in New York auditioning for a Broadway play - Kurt had confessed with his keen but surprised reaction to his talk of being an actor that he hadn't recognised Blaine from anything he might have starred in, and the man hadn't gone into much more detail, preferring to talk about Kurt wherever possible. Kurt had spoken about how his sales job kept him from enjoying much of a home or social life, and that sharing a house with his sister-in-law and young niece meant that, when he did get to go home, he at least had a familiar atmosphere and good company to spend his precious time off with. This struck a chord with Blaine, who also confessed that the strong bond with his family and friends was the most important thing in the world to him. Kurt found himself feeling more and more comfortable with Blaine as they continued to chat, and had to keep reminding himself that they hadn't known each other forever. He therefore had to elaborate on a lot of the offhand comments that he made about his life. The one thing that kept him in the present as they talked was the closeness of it all. Blaine had now put his hand on Kurt's arm for support as he leaned in to talk, and every now and then Kurt would lean in too far in return and feel a soft, dark lock of hair brushing against his cheek. He drank his wine a little more steadily now, blaming the heat from the throng of people around him for his flushed complexion and his raging thirst. In reality he was more than used to being in crowds by now, and he knew that it had more to do with the way this gorgeous guy, who had taken an interest in him for some unknown reason, was making him feel. Blaine's eyes sparkled like diamonds whenever they broke apart between sentences, and his sexy lips were becoming redder and redder as he spoke and drank.

During the band's interval, Kurt found that they were able to talk face-to-face as the noise in the room wasn't quite so deafening, and he had to fight to keep himself from staring too longingly at Blaine's mouth - he talked quickly and with great enthusiasm, grinning and wise-cracking as he did so, and the combination of his beautiful, animated eyes and moist, red lips was by far the sexiest thing Kurt had ever seen - he just didn't want this conversation to end. They were occasionally interrupted by a random stranger wanting a few moments with Blaine, and Kurt was intrigued by how popular he was. He was quick to excuse himself from every conversation to get back to his 'friend' (to which Kurt's stomach never failed to perform a little cartwheel), and gave the sweetest apologies every time it happened. They didn't really speak about the recognitions, as Blaine was quick to change the subject and Kurt didn't want to push him in any way. He was flattered by all of the attention he was getting, and the thought of having to say 'goodbye' when the time came made him feel sick to his stomach.

As the band began to file back onto the small stage, the pianist came over and apologetically interrupted them again, this time asking Blaine if he might consider performing a song or two with them. He had already mentioned how much of an impact music had been on his life, but Kurt had no idea that he sang, and keenly encouraged him to go when he tried to decline the musician's offer. Kurt's infamous 'puppy-dog-eyes' trick worked wonders, as Blaine leaned in and whispered 'I could never say no to that' and brushed his lips lightly against Kurt's cheek as he pulled away. 'You'll stay there though, right?' He pleaded, a pained look in his eyes at the thought of being left. Kurt had no idea if it was genuine or just for effect, but the buzz he was feeling from that one tiny kiss had ensured that there was absolutely no way he was going to refuse this guy anything right now!

'There's a spare seat down by the stage if your friend wants to get a little closer?' The pianist offered.

Kurt reeled from the images running through his head but chose to politely nod rather than scream 'You have NO idea!!' at the top of his lungs. Blaine gestured for Kurt to lead the way, laughing gently when Kurt slid off his chair with a grin. They made their way to the stage and found Kurt's new seat. Blaine made sure that Kurt was firmly planted and gave him a reassuring nod and a wink that told him that Blaine would be back soon.

The crowd began to cheer as the pianist announced Blaine's arrival to the stage, and he spoke assuredly into the microphone. 'Thanks guys. I'll just do a coupla numbers real quick, OK?' He said, turning to the band to confirm what to play, all to rapturous applause.

Kurt was completely enthralled, and couldn't believe that the man he was already lusting wildly over had just become ten times hotter with a simple grasp of a microphone stand. The opening bars of 'Mack The Knife' rang out and the audience began to snap their fingers in unison, and then Blaine began the most incredible live performance Kurt had ever seen - this guy had a voice like silk and the charisma to match, and he was playing with the crowd like they were putty in his hands. Kurt sat enthralled, letting out the occasional shriek of delight, blissfully unaware of the envious looks being burned into the back of his head from several pairs of eyes around the room. Every now and then Blaine would turn in his direction and aim a line directly at his, usually accompanied by a sexy swagger or a meaningful stare. Kurt was conscious that sliding off his chair in a puddle of goo might not be the appropriate thing to do at this point, so he swallowed hard and just about kept his composure.

The song ended with even more applause than when it began, and Blaine's face broke into the cutest smile, humbly thanking his audience for their generous reception. Kurt was in complete awe, but as Blaine chimed 'Man, it's hot in here tonight - phew!' and took a swig of water from a bottle on the piano, he realised that he himself was close to dehydration from all the excitement. He removed his jacket and perched it on the back of his chair, turning back to find that Blaine was watching him from the corner of his eye as he spoke to the guitarist a few feet away. A wry smile crossed Blaine's lips as his gaze ran over Kurt's broad shoulders and smooth, bare arms, before settling on his obviously toned chest. Kurt was so pleased that he'd worn one of his most flattering outfits for work that day - the low 'v' of his brushed cotton t-shirt helped to elongate his slender neck, and the soft fabric clung to his body in all the right places. He lightly fanned himself with his hand, well aware that he was still being admired. He took a stray piece of hair between his fingers and teased it gently for a moment, all the time watching Blaine's reaction, before pushing it back into place and running his fingers down the back of his head and around to his collarbone, where they lingered for a while. Blaine licked his lips, cleared his throat and made his way back to the mic stand ... Kurt couldn't help but notice that his snug jeans were looking considerably tighter around the crotch now, and hoped that it wasn't as obvious from the front as from his angle. Either way, he couldn't deny the stirring in his own loins, knowing that he had somehow managed to turn this beautiful creature on with the simplest of actions, and wishing that he could run his hands over him now, just to see Blaine's reaction.

This time it was Blaine's turn to notice the staring, and he giggled briefly into the microphone before saying 'OK guys, just one more from me. Thanks again for your hospitality. I'll let you get back to enjoying these guys in a sec ... but in the meantime, this one's called Fever.'

Kurt let out an audible moan - he and Blaine had touched briefly upon their favourite songs during their earlier discussion, and he had confessed to this one being at the very top of his list. He knew that Blaine had chosen to sing it because of him, and he sank back into his chair now, drinking in every moment of the magical performance. Once again Blaine moved around the stage effortlessly with the audience hanging upon his every line, but he reserved the end of the song just for Kurt, pausing in front of him and tilting his head as he whispered the last line, 'What a lovely way to burn ...', before spinning on the spot and falling into a low bow. As he rose he turned his head slightly and winked in Kurt's direction. Kurt couldn't contain his excitement and leapt to his feet with rapturous applause, feeling giddy with lust at having been serenaded in such a sexy way.

Blaine thanked the crowd again, and slowly made his way from the stage, receiving warm handshakes and well-wishes as he went. A couple of girls approached him with all the subtlety of man-eating sharks, clamouring to get close enough to put the moves on him. He politely waved one more grateful gesture before swiftly turning his back on them, putting all of his attention squarely on Kurt as he made his way back to him. A couple of the larger bar-staff had entered the crowd and one of them now urged the people around Blaine to 'give the guy some space to get back to his friend'. Once again Kurt felt a little giddy upon hearing this, but he was grateful that Blaine was being left alone after all, and he was soon accepting Kurt's offer of the last dregs of his wine.

'Did you like that?' Blaine grinned.

'Oh, I think you're quite aware of how much I enjoyed that particular performance.' Kurt answered, putting his hand to Blaine's chest and feeling his heart racing through his dress shirt. 'You're kind of a big deal, aren't you ...' He said raising his eyebrows, gently mocking Blaine's earlier nonchalance on the subject.

'Nah ... it's just a job.' Blaine smiled coyly, and leaned towards Kurt as the music swelled again behind them. 'D'you wanna get out of here? I feel like dancing.' Kurt nodded excitedly - when he was in the mood, dancing was one of his very favourite things, and the thought of any amount of further closeness with this amazing man was almost too good to be true.

They were let out of the bar via the back exit, and the cool night air was a welcome relief for them both. 'So where are we going?' Kurt asked, 'I really don't know this area at all'.

'I think I do.' grinned Blaine, and he took Kurt's left hand in his own, placing his right arm around the back of his waist and steering him across the road. Kurt gladly gave in to his lead, and could hear 80s music blasting into the street somewhere nearby. He hummed along, well aware that his singing voice was nowhere near as good as that of his companion. Blaine propped his head against Kurt's shoulder as they walked and softly hummed also, buzzing his lips against Kurt's arm and making him feel dizzy. The rousing chorus kicked in and the two looked at each other, grinning in unison and bursting into song at the tops of their lungs. The white wine had well and truly taken effect on them both now, and Kurt felt all of his inhibitions melt away.

He giggled. 'Is this place far?!'

'Think I know a short cut.' Blaine answered, and steered them both towards a side street.

As they rounded the corner and realised they were alone, Blaine whirled around to face Kurt and pressed his gently against the wall, lifting Kurt's left hand and pinning it with his own. He ran his other hand lightly down Kurt's side and onto his hip, leaning towards him and brushing his lips against his neck. 'You make me so fucking hot.' he breathed, tracing his fingers up and down the side of Kurt's ribcage and feeling him reel and wriggle with pleasure at the touch. 'Oh shit!'

'What?!' Kurt exclaimed, instantly awoken from his blissful trance and hoping that Blaine wasn't about to confess that he was late for meeting up with his other half.

'Your jacket ... it's still in the bar!'

Kurt breathed an enormous sigh of relief, and cupped Blaine's face with his free hand, stroking the soft stubble on his cheek. 'Like I could give a crap about that jacket right now.' He smiled.

Before he could take another breath, Blaine's lips were on his, and he shuddered with pleasure as a warm, boozy tongue began to explore his mouth. They fell into an instant rhythm, and as Blaine pressed his body against him, Kurt felt his hard cock urging to be released from his jeans.

'I'm not really an alleyway kinda guy, you know ...' Blaine moaned into his ear.

'Oh, thank God!' Kurt murmured, biting on Blaine's bottom lip and running his fingers around the back of his neck. 'Because I really wanna dance with you.'

'Come on.' Blaine smirked, adjusting his jeans a little and giving in to one last taste of Kurt's lips.


***


They danced at the club for just over an hour. The first few songs were spent laughing and giggling while singing along and swaying wildly to the music, but the lust between them soon took over and it wasn't long before they were much closer, trying hard not to let their obvious yearnings for one another show too much in such a public place. They held hands, and Blaine stroked and fondled Kurt's fingers seductively, giving him an idea of what they'd rather be doing to every inch of his body. Kurt occasionally moved both of their hands down to his waist, and held them there as they moved in time with whatever song was playing. He felt sexy, confident and more alive than he had in a very long time, and this was clearly even more of a turn-on to his partner.

The next song started and Kurt realised that he had no idea what it was. He gave a look of defiance to Blaine and was about to lead him from the dancefloor, but Blaine held on to his waist and pulled him backwards toward him. 'Just go with it' He purred loudly into his ear above the music, and softly licked along Kurt's earlobe. Kurt fell into a rhythm with Blaine as he ground himself gently against him from behind, and once again he could feel just how turned on his friend had become. Kurt really was in heaven, and quickly forgot his inhibitions about moving at at least half the speed of the rest of the dancers around them. This just felt so ... very ... good.

'You wanna ...?' Blaine urged as the song ended a few minutes later.

'Mmm-hmmm.' Kurt was almost unable to speak now for fear of screaming in ecstasy.

Blaine took his hand and led his off the dancefloor towards the nearest exit, thanking the doorman for a great night as they went.

'You leaving so soon, sexy??' A drunk girl shouted in their direction from the doorway.

'He sure is, honey!' Kurt called back in an equally girly tone, and felt a squeeze of the hand from his gorgeous companion.

They walked together in silence, occasionally glancing over at each other and drawing in for a quick and urgent kiss. Those lips were every inch as amazing as Kurt had hoped they'd feel, and he felt himself grin from ear to ear as they re-entered the hotel and called the lift. The moment that the doors closed they were all over each other again, Kurt sliding his hand behind Blaine and caressing his ass. Blaine raised his leg and ground his crotch into Kurt, almost losing it completely and having to bury his face in Kurt's chest to stifle an orgasmic yell.

'Shhhhh ... not yet.' Kurt giggled, and they paused for a second to gather their wits before the doors opened.

Kurt was pleased that Blaine was taking them up to his room, as he had hastily thrown his bits and pieces all over his own and felt ashamed at the thought of Blaine seeing what a mess his life had become lately. He was led happily down the corridor and they paused at room 619, with Blaine brushing Kurt's lips gently before using his keycard to enter the room. 'Please excuse the mess.' He said, gesturing for him to go inside. Kurt laughed ... apart from a leather jacket strewn casually on the bed, not a thing was out of place - and there was that heavenly cologne again. Blaine grabbed the jacket and was about to throw it onto a chair when he had a quick change of plan, and reached into his pocket to produce his ipod. He hastily found an album he felt was suitable for the occasion (Ella Fitzgerald by all accounts) and set the device on the coffee table. Kurt closed his eyes and swayed gently to the opening bars of the first track, then felt a hand slide around his waist and pull him close. He nuzzled his face into Blaine's neck and left soft kisses every now and then, smiling to himself when Blaine began to moan in response.

'This really isn't a regular thing for me, y'know.' Blaine breathed, something that made Kurt feel all the more safe in his embrace.

'Me either ... but there's a first time for everything, right?' he smiled, suddenly a little shy. Blaine cupped his face in his hands and kissed him, tenderly at first but more urgently when he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along the length of Kurt's top lip. He pulled away and took a moment to gaze into Kurt's eyes again, reveling in the fact that the once piercing blueness had been replaced by a much darker, lustful hue. Blaine walked his fingers around Kurt's collarbone and tugged gently at the neck of his t-shirt, slowly dragging it down and kissing the areas of skin he was beginning to expose. Kurt groaned gently, reaching down and pulling Blaine's shirt-tails from his pants. He ran feather-light touches over Blaine's hip bones and into the small of his back, clutching and digging his fingers into the soft skin as Blaine sucked and nibbled needily on his earlobe. Blaine pushed back for a second and undid his top button, grabbing at his shirt and dragging it over his head in a single motion, revealing a toned chest that Kurt just wanted to bury his face into. Blaine then did the same with Kurt's own t-shirt, which had become very misshapen thanks to all of his urgent tugging at the neck.

'Sorry.' Blaine breathed into Kurt's neck as he dropped the shirt to the floor.

'Fuck it.' Kurt moaned, running his hands all over Blaine's back. 'I mean ... don't literally ... I mean ... oh, you know what I mean.' He pressed his body hard against Blaine and they both bucked as their erections rubbed against one another.

'Jesus, Kurt!' Blaine exclaimed as Kurt reached forward and undid his belt, then the buttons of his fly, and found his hard cock with needy hands. He fondled it and longed for it to be of inside him as Blaine groaned with pleasure, reaching around and pushing a hand deep into the back of Kurt's pants. He ran his fingers up and down the walls of Kurt's crack, gently teasing at the hole whenever he was near enough to do so. His other hand gripped tightly around Kurt's wrist, drinking in the amazing feeling of being fisted by someone else's hand for a change.

'Need ... more ... skin ...' Kurt moaned, and the two men broke apart, grabbing at each other's remaining clothes and eagerly tearing them off before crashing heavily onto the bed.

'You are just so ... fucking ... sexy.' Blaine gasped breathlessly as he took in the sight of the man lying next to him, splayed out and longing for more contact. He ran a finger lightly up the vein of Kurt's throbbing cock, watching it react to his touch and hearing a wanton growl leave Kurt's lips.

'What do you want me to do to you, Kurt?' Blaine leaned in and ghosted his mouth over Kurt's lips, all the while stroking up and down his shaft. Kurt lunged towards Blaine for a hungry kiss, but he pulled back teasingly.

'I need you, Blaine ... I want you inside me so ... so ...' He whimpered desperately, rewarded with a hot tongue thrust into his mouth and a hand clutching urgently around his cock.

In a flash Blaine dived off the bed and was searching around in his bag, swearing under his breath. Kurt tried not to drool as he blurrily watched the gorgeous man's ass bobbing up and down as he rifled through his belongings. Seconds later he was back, lube and condom in hand, grinning like a school-boy. Kurt couldn't help but laugh.

As if by magic, 'Fever' began to play beside them. They stopped to share a moment of recognition before Blaine groaned again as Kurt took the lube from Blaine and squirted a very generous amount into his hand, warming it slightly before slowly wrapping his hands around Blaine's pulsing cock.

Blaine writhed in ecstasy. 'I don't think I can hold out much longer.' He breathed into Kurt's neck.

'Me either.' Kurt moaned as Blaine licked along his collarbone.

'So where do you ... want me ... Kurt?' Blaine purred between licks.

Kurt pulled away with a cocky smirk, pushing against Blaine's chest with his still-lubed hands. 'Right about here oughta do it.' He grinned, turning over and presenting himself to Blaine on his hands and knees, arching his back and sighing seductively. Blaine gave a heady, lustful moan and positioned himself instantly behind Kurt, planting kisses along his spine and lapping up the salty taste of Kurt's skin. He arrived at Kurt's crack and licked very gently downwards, listening out for any signs of discomfort from the top of the bed. All he heard was blissful whimpers and moans, mixed with the odd tantalising curse-word, so he chose to continue, burying his tongue as far as he could into Kurt's puckered entrance. Kurt let out yet more gasps, and Blaine began to lap furiously at the hole, gripping onto Kurt's hips and feeling his own erection grind against the sheets.

'Blaine?' Kurt whimpered into the pillow below him.

'Yes, baby?'

'Fuck me, Blaine ... please.'

Blaine was beginning to find it difficult to see straight, but he ran his hands around his still glistening cock and removed as much as the lube as possible, slicking up his fingers and inserting one very gently into Kurt's wet entrance. Kurt tensed a little at the sensation, but was instantly ready for more, and he pushed backwards onto Blaine's finger, taking it all with an almost primitive yell as it hit his prostate. Blaine released his finger and introduced another, and another, all the while reveling in the view as Kurt pounded himself against them.

'Jesus ... how are you doing that?'

'I'm just ... so ... ready. Please, baby ... make me come all over your bed.'

Blaine rolled his eyes in ecstasy. 'If you insist.' He drawled, tearing open the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolling the rubber over his throbbing cock. He lined himself up against Kurt and leaned his body over him, shuddering as he felt Kurt's heart pounding beneath his ribcage. He ran his fingers down Kurt's sides, watching the goosebumps quickly appear on his pale, milky skin before resting his hands on his smooth hips. Slowly but surely, Blaine inched his way inside Kurt, trying to control himself as he felt every muscle tightening against his cock. Both men were insanely aroused and just moments from falling apart, but as Blaine rocked his hips gently and felt himself completely enveloped in Kurt's hot entrance, his partner made a sound he'd never heard before; a deep, gutteral, yearning growl which echoed around his head and made him cry out himself. He grasped tightly at Kurt's hips and ground hard against him, hitting that sweet spot over and over that made Kurt howl like a lone wolf.

'I ... fuck ... Blaine ... how?! Fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk ...'

Blaine continued to grind, moaning unashamedly when Kurt bucked his body back and forth against him, each movement deepening and feeling all the more intense. Blaine couldn't resist one last lick up Kurt's spine as it glistened in the soft light, and that was all too much for Kurt, whose whole body shook violently beneath him. This too set a deep blaze in the pit of Blaine's belly, and he came hard and fast with his next thrust, both men crying out with sheer, unadulterated lust.

They fell forwards onto the bed in a sweaty heap, all tangled limbs and shallow breaths. Kurt hissed into the pillow beneath him as Blaine pulled out of him, tying off the condom and wrapping it in a tissue at the side of the bed. He slumped back down against Kurt, tissue box still in hand and tickled him slowly on the back.

'You OK?'

'Hmmmmm.'

'That good, huh?'

Kurt turned his face and smiled sleepily at Blaine, bits of hair stuck to his forehead in a damp but sexy mess. 'What do you think?' He purred with a wink, summoning all of his strength to lean in for a deep, contented kiss.

'Oh - that good.' Blaine replied with a grin. 'Hey, you don't have to leave me tonight or anything, do you?' He asked, his voice suddenly sounding very sad.

'What? No, of course not.' Kurt breathed. 'And besides, I made such a mess of your sheets, the least I can do is sleep in them!'

Blaine laughed, gesturing to the tissues. 'Ah, so I'm guessing these won't help then?'

'Only if you have about ten more boxes.' Kurt croaked groggily, a huge smile on his face.

Blaine sat up and looked around. 'Hmmm ... nope. Do you want me to see if we have extra sheets?'

'Hmmm ... nope.' Kurt mimicked Blaine's response quietly into the pillow, slowly drifting in and out of consciousness.

Blaine smiled down at the angel sprawled across the sheets beside him and leaned down to the foot of the bed, pulling the very crumpled-up bedspread over them both. Kurt murmured gently as Blaine stroked his back through the covers, nuzzling ever closer to him and sighing deeply. Blaine just gazed a while, taking a mental picture in his mind of exactly how Kurt looked at that precise moment.

'Beautiful.' He whispered, and closed his eyes, praying to whichever god might be listening that this would be the first of many nights that he'd lie next to this gorgeous, heavenly creature. And then he drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.