The Book of You and I

It had been beautiful, their melding. The comfort and peace she felt had no equal, save maybe Ulric's own. She was happy, safe, loved, and warm; her knowledge stemming from his embrace. Held tight against his chest as she was, the witch could not help the heady call of sleep. Trying as hard as she could to fight the heaviness of her eyelids, Azariah purred softly as she made a soft groan of protest. Knowing she could fight sleep no longer, the monochrome woman would give a final purring whisper, making sure he would hear her. With her soft lips against the shell of Ulric's ear, she gave a whisper before falling asleep, "I love you, Ulric." Then she tucked her face against his neck and let the best sleep she had ever gotten consume her.