Dedicated to: You. There will never be another like you. For me...you are the one. Yeah, I don't have enough words for this.

Zsadist: I didn't make up the rules of this scenario Wrath: You'll die if you go by yourself. Zsadist: Well... I'm kind of ready to get off the ride. Phury felt his skin get tight all over.

You're so very naked," she whispered against his shoulder. He smiled into her hair. "So are you.

Life is too frickin' crazy sometimes, it really is.... You never know what's going to happen, do you.

Man, you cannot be real," the human said softly. "Why not?" "You just can't." She laughed a little. "Well, I am." He cleared his throat again. Offered her a lopsided grin. "Mind if I ask you to prove it?" "How?" "Can I touch your hair?

With that, he looked over his shoulder. Blay's breath shot out of his lungs. "Oh... my God," he whispered.

There aren't any syringes." Red Sox came over and held a sterile pack out. When she tried to take it from him, he kept a grip on the thing. "I know you'll use this wisely." "Wisely?" She snapped the syringe out of his hand. "No, I'm going to poke him in the eye with it. Because that's what they trained me to do in medical school.