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“I know, I know. I only did it that one time. And you deserved it.”

“I had neglected to do the dishes for two hours. I hardly think that deserves being ordered about.”

“It was also funny.” She kissed him, smiling against his lips. He returned the gesture, holding her tighter for a moment. “Shower?” She climbed out of bed, stretching as she did. He greatly enjoyed the view.

“Shower.” He followed her. He wouldn’t take bets on how much showering would actually be done.

“And then you’ll teach me to be a spooky mob boss.” She shot a mischievous smile at him over her shoulder and reached out to him.

With a shake of his head, he took her hand and let her lead. “We’ll start first thing in the morning.”

As they climbed into the shower, he pressed her against the tile, barely giving her enough time to turn the knob. As the hot water poured over him, he lifted her up by the thighs. She wrapped her legs around him, inviting him in, and he wasted no time.

He would never tire of filling her. He would never tire of the way she gasped at the sudden fullness. Or how her eyes grew lidded and dark as he pinned her to the wall and began his onslaught.

There was no telling what the future would bring to them. They had an eternity stretching out before them. But if it was an eternity with her, he did not care what tragedy might beset him. Nothing else mattered.

You will never die alone. He had whispered those words to her as he forced her to take his soul. He meant it then, and he meant it now. He would stay at her side until the sun expanded and swallowed the Earth if he could.

As she gasped his name, as she cried out in bliss, he drove himself inside her as far and as hard as he could go.

When ecstasy consumed them once more, and he had spent himself deep inside her, he held her there against the wall, not wanting to part from her just yet.

She kissed him, a slow and languid embrace. It didn’t last nearly long enough for his liking. “I love you, wraith.”

“Lich.”

“Whatever.”

“And I, you, my princess.”

“Necromancer.”

He grinned. “Whatever.”

Fin.

Thank you as always.


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