There was no longer cold and pain—their bodies became things of fire and comfort, things that needed each other in order to survive. Together as they were there was peace, if only temporarily. Together they were locked away in a private world with no hurt, no pain, no fear.
And they were crazy to believe this, but believe they did.
His body rose to meet her, a hard thing finding soft curves against itself, and Gabriel too felt a growing need within them. Pressure mounted deep within him, demanding, no longer asking, and he now took her as she offered all that she had. A cry to the night, one that filled his head with warm light and an even stronger need, this brought on his own voice—a much lower, feral thing. He exhaled in silvery mist and shuddered against her, feeling her tighten around him, feeling his own spasms rock through his body like little earthquakes. He did not feel her nails on her back. He did not feel anything except for that moment, which felt like death and life and rebirth all at once.
Then there was only silence broken by their breathing, broken by the sound of two heartbeats in and out of time. Gabriel leaned over her, supporting himself with strong but scarred arms, panting, and closed his eyes.
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