Aria finally relaxed, panting and trembling. He looked up at Morgan and smiled with a kind of gratitude and adoration, his hair haloed on the pillow as he just gazed up and took in his lover's face.
He appreciated more than he should the fact that he didn't have to leave the bed, didn't have to clean and catch his breath ready for anyone else. What he really loved was the warmth of arms around him that actually wanted to care for him and protect him, to make him happy. And he was happy - he was so happy.