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two of us at once across such a distance? I needed to get rid of all material items.”
    “You still have your loin cloth on.”  
    A smirk appeared on his face, so sure of itself, she wanted to slap it off. “If it would make you feel better, I'm more than happy to lose the garment.” He hooked his thumbs into its waistband.
    “No! God, don't!”  
    To Amy's relief, he removed his hands from the well-worn leather and leaned back against the wall.
    “How did you know where I live?”  
    “My blood is in you,” he said, softly. “It was easy for me to find where you live.”  
    “Oh.”  
    “And you will be able to seek me out also, whenever you need me.” He sounded so warm and caring in his tone, she almost forgot she was mad at him.  
    There was an awkward pause, while she tried to figure out how to put some clothes on with him in the room.
    “Okay, you can go now.”  
    Instead he strode towards her and perched himself on her bed.
    She tightened her hold on the duvet.
    “Not until I know you're all right.”  
    “I'm fine.”  
    “You didn't look so good when you woke up.”  
    “Well, since then, I learned that you've taken my memory, stripped me naked and bonded me to you through your blood, so I'm just peachy now!”  
    His laughter boomed around the room.
    “What's so funny?”  
    “You. Your anger is beautiful...”  
    “To a demon, maybe.”  
    “And it'll keep you alive.”  
    “Or it'll give me an aneurysm.”  
    Suddenly, she stiffened, a familiar sensation creeping up her spine.
    “Amy, what is it?”  
    “Etienne. He's on his way here now – you have to go.”  
    “How do you know?”  
    “We have this connection thing … he's going to be here any minute, you have to go.”  
    He frowned. “Connection? Maybe I should meet him.”
    “Are you insane? He hates demons; he'll probably annihilate you on the spot!”  
    “I'm not that easy to get rid of.”  
    “No kidding … please – I'm already in for it when I tell him I've brought him back nothing.”  
    “All right,” he nodded. “I'll go, but I'll know if you're in danger, Amy. I'll keep you safe.”  
    “Whatever … just get the fuck out – he'll be here any second!”  
    Before Amy saw it coming, Pueblo smacked a kiss on her lips. Sparks of what felt like electricity crackled between them. Logic told her they should have thrown her from him, but instead she found herself pulled further in, a moan escaping her at the strange sensation.
    He broke the kiss, flashed her a grin, then dissipated before her eyes.
    Etienne knocked on the front door.
    Well, at least he knocked , she thought, wryly.  
    Throwing on the first outfit she could find, she rushed downstairs to open the door, and hoped her still aching head wasn't about to get a whole lot worse.
     
    ~*~
     
    Karl was in heaven. Long, dark, lush hair cascaded across his chest, stroking him like feathered wings, as the love of his life swept his mouth with her soft kisses.
    Stripping her had been the most beautiful, surreal experience of his life, and the time it took to get her naked had gone far too quickly … not that having her skin flushed against his own wasn't a luxury in itself.
    A single candle lit Elena's room.
    He let out a small sound of approval as she made his way down his neck.
    “Did you hide the pen?” she asked, into his neck.  
    Ugh, that bloody pen. “Yes, just fifteen minutes ago before I shut the bedroom door behind us.”  
    “Thank you.”  
    “Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he said, desperate to get that God-awful pen out of her mind. It had done enough damage already – he was damned if he was going to let it ruin tonight.  
    She laughed. “Lots of times.”
    “Mind if I keep saying it?”  
    “You can say it as often as you like, as long as you keep doing whatever you're doing with your fingers.”  
    “What, this?” he asked, lightly running them up and down her backside.  
    “Mmm, yes –