A set of eyes slowly open to the light of the sun, gently filtered through the drapes which hang carefully before a closed window. The window stares out into the busy world below as the glare of the sun pierces its heart, its efforts to block the rays in vain as a set of eyes squint against them, a groan sounding from a set of lips as a body moves beneath the ruffled sheets atop it. Skin contacts skin, warmth quickly spreading through the bodies of two seperate beings, united together through love and trust. A smile flutters across an angel's lips as she slowly awakens as well, gently pushing herself back against the restless man, angered by the sun's insistence to awake him from his slumber.

"Hey you..." comes the whisper from this gentle angel, who giggles softly as she's met with a yawn as a reply. The man who stood against the storm and lay seige to the throne, the man who was finally knocking on the doors to his dreams... humbled by his own body's unwillingness to coorperate with his mind's desire to awaken. The man shifts position in bed once more, the warmth of the sun now beating across his bare back as the sheets betray him, shifting down above his waist.

The angel shakes her head and sighs, rolling over beneath the sheets so as to turn and face him once more. Within the man's mind there rages a great war of faith, a war the man is finally winning. Yet despite the troubles of his mind, his face is strangely serene. Despite the disgruntled actions of his body... that face of his remains calm, as though a great peace had finally settled in.

The peace of a fulfilled destiny, now within a finger's length. After all of the hunting... the journey was surely over.

"Hey," comes the playful voice of the angel as she stares into her loves eyes, giving him a light smack across the face and drawing a surprised groan of dissapointment from his lips. His eyes flutter open briefly and close once more, though now a soft, tired smirk plays across his features. The secret to this smirk is soon revealed, as the man then quickly rolls over onto his side, back facing his angel, as he takes the sheets from off of her to steal away for himself. There's a pause, and then an abrupt kick to the back of his leg brings both a laugh at her actions and a groan at the pain caused from them.

"Domi you jerk, give be back those covers! It's cold!" comes the protest of the angel as she once again kicks at the back of his leg, receiving another groan of pain and, then, a rather shocking reply.

"It's your own fault for being naked!"

A stunned silence, followed by a light growl and the jumping of the angel atop the side of the man. A laugh of shock follows, and soon the angel has, ironically, this warrior in a headlock. For while the war within the mind of this man would soon be over... the war for the sheets had only just begun.

"Damn it, Dominic, cough up the sheets!"

"I can't cough them up! I've not even digested them for God's sake!"

"Ooooooh, you know what I meant!"

Laughter and chaos, a happy combination for these two. The war soon rages onward off of the bed, the tumbling form of the man as he falls to the ground looking particularly amusing as he finds himself cocooned within the blankets, trapped beneath the assault of his beloved. There's a laugh from the angel as she straddles the man's chest and begins pinching at his face relentlessly, doing all she can to get the ever-resilient warrior to do something none had ever actually seen him do: tap out.

"Ack! Suki, stop it! That hurts!"

"Tap! Tap or give me the sheets, but I'm not gonna stop until you do one of them!"

A pained smirk plays across the man's face, surprising his angel, and then...

"ACK!!"

The warrior sits up, defiant to this assault, as he quickly removes the sheets which bind him in. His warcry comes in the sound of a brief laugh, followed by the shouted statement that sends a shivver of excited fear down the back of his angel.

"TAP?! Oh, I'll make you tap alright!"

"Eek!"

The warrior pounces on his prey, unaware of the hotel employee standing outside their door with breakfast, a slightly disturbed look adorning his features. He then shakes his head, perhaps to dismiss the thought of presenting the couple with their complementary breakfast, and quickly turns his cart around to leave the hotel room itself. The sounds of laughter fill the air once again as the man leaves the cart in the living room, scurrying his way out the door. For if there was one thing he knew, it was to not come between a couple as they found themselves ensnared in one another's love offering food. Yes, he knew that well... for he'd learnt it over time.

A soft gasp is all that's left ringing in the man's ears as an indication of what this war has soon turned into, and all he can do is shake his head and shut the door behind him. For, as with all things, the angel and the man found themselves lost in one another's souls once again; much as the night before, but now with the bright sun to welcome their happiness. No longer did the storm rage around them, no longer were there any obstacles that could hold them back. This was all the man could truly hope for, this was all the man had ever dreamed of.

This... was perfection; and he knew it would last. From now until the very end... these dreams would forever be left made true.

For the only one left to fulfill was shadowed by a storm, and he was finished fighting the rain which fell from those blackened clouds. He was finished fighting he who tried to keep him back... and he was done running away. This was was already over, and this man had finally won.

For, as has been said... no prince could deny him this right, and no storm could wash his dreams away.