the brilliant light of his soul reuniting with its human capsule, liquefied silver oozing from his wound, the bullet-hole visibly shrinking into nonexistence. Carolina parted her lips releasing the energy she'd harnessed into his waiting form, feeling the stream of invigorating, electrified air flow from her into him, faint beams of white-light radiating from between their lips out into the room. She felt Dylan moving, his hand sliding further up her thigh, then between to feel the crotch of her panties, discovering the hot wetness soaking her. Then she felt him withdraw and rise from her side to walk away. Patrick's eyes opened, looking deep into hers and she saw the colors of the universe, of eternity, swirling in their depths, felt his breath filling her mouth as his hands gripped her head, his lips moving wistfully against her own.
For Patrick the passion