A crack and rumble of thunder woke Will from a sound sleep. He rolled towards Lynn, but didn't find her. He spread his arms, anticipating her return from the bathroom and the opportunity to cuddle with her. The next flash of lightning and snap of thunder fully woke him, and he realized Lynn wasn't in the bathroom, either.
Will opened the bedroom door and called downstairs "Lynn? Are you OK?" with worry in his voice.
"Yes, Baby, I'm just watching the storm and didn't want to wake you up," said Lynn softly from the bottom of the stairs.
Will padded down the stairs and wrapped his arms and legs around Lynn. "Why didn't you just open the shutters in the bedroom?"
"I wanted you to sleep. I feel bad seeing you so exhausted from work," said Lynn, her soft voice working its way to the deepest parts of Will's brain.
They sat together enjoying each other's bodies and the storm, Will's eyes drooping between flashes of lightning. Will enjoyed the comforting smell of Lynn's hair and skin. He rested his nose and chin behind her ear, against her warm neck. Lynn nuzzled her mouth and nose against his rounded bicep, feeling like a baby rooting.
The storm continued to impress them with a light and sound show that seemed created just for them. A particularly vivid branching bolt of lightning immediately followed by a gut thumping concussion woke Will from his dozing state. "Wow!" they exclaimed simultaneously.