Arms encircled around the bringer-of-worlds-to-their-knees, she moved with him, no longer bothered by the blood or the room or the cold, cold, cold stone. The momentary loss of self that came with physically joining to another person.
At least--all was forgotten, except that face that kept coming to mind.
"Don't tell him," she suddenly panted. "Don't tell Bert."
Oh. Good. Lord.
Arms encircled around the bringer-of-worlds-to-their-knees, she moved with him, no longer bothered by the blood or the room or the cold, cold, cold stone. The momentary loss of self that came with physically joining to another person.
At least--all was forgotten, except that face that kept coming to mind.
"Don't tell him," she suddenly panted. "Don't tell Bert."