Then he leaned down, breath warm on my neck as he whispered his next words. "You've wondered if I felt differently about you since your abilities diminished. Let this serve as your answer.

You. Me. Exorcist. -Bones

The dungeon image helped. "You need to let Maximus go," I stated, my voice stronger now. "No. Wine?

You're my Red Reaper, and I've missed you terribly.

It hasn't escaped my notice that you only compliment me when you're intoxicated.

Be still my non-beating heart.

Slash was about my height, and he used the alignment of our bodies to his greatest advantage. I let it go on for a few minutes. Right up until he unzipped his leather pants and pulled out Mr. One Eye.