"Will you bring me there?"
It was an odd question to ask at that point in time, I mused. What time was it? It did not matter. It certainly wasn't the right time. If there ever was a right time.
"We will have to see."
It was as much honesty as could be afforded. She wrangled her shape into curves and crevices, open and inviting. She called, and I came.
"I have always loved you."
I wished, deep down, that it was as true as she made it seem.
"And I you."
I let her wrap arms, legs, hair, and mind around me, holding me still so I could weep, and she could breathe. I wept till she let me, and she purred in delight. When I stopped, she kissed my brow, and blew her stale breath in my face.
We slept quietly, as the fires raged on outside our windows.