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[mnt_raph]

*Yes, she might be leading, but that doesn't stop Raph from getting the door. Which, in of itself is strange. He's not usually one for opening doors for people, but this is different.*

So yeah, the roof.

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[mnt_raph]

*His eyes close, and there is a sharp intake of breath. It takes his eyes a few seconds to focus when he does reopen them. He's speechless....utterly speechless*

[locks_it_up]

She leans back and smiles at him, sweetly and maybe a little sadly.

"That's why we don't get involved with mortals."

[mnt_raph]

*with a look of astonishment still overpowering his expression*
that's not the conclusion I'd have come to....

[locks_it_up]

She strokes his cheek with her thumb.

"I don't want to break you, Raph."

[mnt_raph]

*Completely sincere*
You're years too late for that.

[locks_it_up]

"Are you alright?"

[mnt_raph]

*manages to pull of a half smile*
Same as I ever am.

[locks_it_up]

She doesn't believe him. She continues to cradle his cheek in her hand.

[mnt_raph]

*He leans into her hand, and sighs happily*

[locks_it_up]

She lets her hand slide down next to the ankh around his neck, and rests her head on his shoulder.

[mnt_raph]

*It may be a bad idea, but right now Raph doesn't care in the slightest. He snakes an arm around her waist, and in a series of fluid movements, they are lying next to each other on the bed, his head nestled in the nape of her neck. Not everyone can get away with spooning Death, but then Raph isn't just anyone.*

[locks_it_up]

She is very, very tense for a few moments. And then, slowly, like a morning glory turning toward the sun, she twines her fingers with his, and leans into his warmth.

Her skin is the cool of untouched sheets.

[mnt_raph]

*A contented sigh escapes his lips, and he pulls her closer. He doesn't care that all the lights are on, or that he's still wearing his combat boots. Heck, the world could crumble around him and it wouldn't be enough to cause him to bat an eye.*

[locks_it_up]

There's a shiver as he sighs, at his breath on her neck. This must be what it is to be mortal... so fleeting, and so precious. She can feel the beat of his heart, the pulse of his blood between her fingers, and the warmth of his arm around her...

...she wonders how they stand it.