It began as most thing begin. Not on a dark and stormy night. Not foreshadowed by ominous here comes the villain music, dire warning at the bottom of a teacup, or dread portents in the sky. It began small and innocuously, as most catastrophes do. A butterfly flaps its wings somewhere and the wind changes, and a warm front hits a cold front off the coast of western Africa and before you know it you’ve got an hurricane closing in. By the time anyone figured out the storm was coming, it was too late to do anything but batten down the hatches and exercise damage control.

Gah, some chicks should be shot. Put out of everyone else's reproduction pool.

The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.

Life isn't always fair, lass, but that doesn't mean it can't still be sweet."- Dageus

Oooh! Stop that. When you smile at me I want all of it." "What?" He looked confused

As his other hand began to slip around her waist, his body brushed against hers, and there was no mistaking the thick, hard ridge grazing her jean-clad bottom. Heavens, did that thing never subside? The rest of him might be mortal, but his immortal erection certainly didn't scan to have gotten the memo.