His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was way too many and a thousand never enough.

I love your hands,' he sighed. 'You think I look like an angel? Well, Kitten, your hands are my heaven and your eyes are my home.'" (Bones)

I’ve watched you barely escape death several times, and each instance killed me a little inside. They may be dormant now, but we have enemies both cunning and cruel. Knowing you possess the power to defeat most of them doesn’t threaten me, luv. It relieves me to my very core.

If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to.

The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat

His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was way too many and a thousand never enough.

You don't have to echo my feelings, Mencheres, but you can't talk me out of them either. I love you" Her smile was wry. "Deal with it.