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For her birthday he wishes he could fill the room with stars.

Rather than have them spill from her balcony he would paint the room in bright, luminescent light. He’s make it so they two of them could dance in brightness, as if by dancing they sail through the heaven. Cullen isn’t the Maker, though making love to her makes him feel quite close to it. But he can’t catch the stars that remind him so much of her and have her wake in a room full of them. He can’t turn day to night. He can’t create stars in his hands. Not even with words.

For her birthday as he wakes up before her, he wishes for the words that let her know she is so much like a star. She’s bright like one, and his constant like the North Star is constant. But what beyond that? How can he summarize the woman that is everything? A star seems most apt, but what else to say? He’s a man of action. A grand gesture, sweeping everything off the desk to make love to her for one moment, but he wishes there were words for what she means to him. For her birthday she deserves both. She deserves everything.

But when she wakes, she doesn’t seek words at first, a tender “good morning” or a “happy birthday.” She pulls him into her arms, and in lieu of words and they end up wrapped and entangled. They end up making love. At first she craves the press of him on top of her, the strong solidness and the slight tug of her hair as he smooths it back and away from her face. He asks her if she feels good. She asks what’s already so obvious. Do you? Yes he says, yes, yes, yes.

Then she’s on top of him, golden in the sunlight that streams through her open balcony. Her brown hair tumbles behind her, her green eyes sparkling as they search for his, seeking more. He gives, circling her and drawing only the sweetest sounds. He’s more undone by her becoming undone. Even as she holds him as he shudders in her arms, he still sees her flushed cheeks, her smile as she sinks back down from the heavens to him. “Happy birthday love,” he says, finding that same soft place to land in her. “I’m sorry I’m only as eloquent as that.”

An eyebrow quirks. “Only?”

“Elsie,” he says. “I am sorry this is…unpolished. Or even bad.” He laughs, just considering the this metaphor may not work or be downright awful. But they are his words. That must count for something. “You’re like a star in the night,” he says. “You’re bright. Beautiful. Constant. You remind me there’s always something worth fighting for. If I could I’d fill this room with stars, but my words must do. I am sorry they are not as good as—“

“Cullen,” she says softly, caressing his face. “You love me. I know. You have given me the happiest of days. I don’t need your words. Or anything other than you. But.” She kisses him softly. “I love them. You mean everything you say. I know.”

“I love you,” he says simply. “You know that right?“

Yes, she says with her kiss, his woman of words and action. And she loves him too. She, like him, only says what she means.

They make love again. As he kissed her, he shows her how to see the stars.

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