Scene: interior, night. We are in a bedroom; the camera gives us a bird's eye view of the bed. The moon outside is our only light source, given a blue sheen by the translucent curtains. There is a couple lying in bed, in a post-coital cuddle. It's probably their second or third time together. The camera slowly spins around the bed, counterclockwise (starting at 6), with quick cuts to close-ups of their hands exploring each other, and an occasional facial expression.
Doug is about 6 feet tall, and somewhat rugged, and slightly overweight. Helen is at least a half foot shorter and just as chubby. Their arms and legs are intertwined; Doug's face is nuzzled in Helen's neck as they lie facing each other on their sides.
Doug lifts his right hand, and slowly glides his fingertips down Helen's ribs, to her hip, mid-thigh, and back up again. He lifts his head and kisses her left shoulder, traces her collarbone with his lips, and moves up her neck.
Helen half giggles, half moans. "I'm still not used to how affectionate you are."
Doug looks up into her eyes and pulls her closer (if it's even possible). He kisses her softly and longingly.
"I'm just so grateful that you've let me into your life. It takes every ounce of restraint to keep my lips off of yours 24/7."
Cut to Helen's face as Doug continues.
"You...you make me feel new."
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