She said his name like a prayer, or maybe more like a spell. It called to him, pulling on his soul until he could stand it no longer. Turning in her embrace, he stared down into the eyes of his longtime companion and friend. She kept her hands on his chest, the fingers digging in slightly as a smirk grew on her red, painted lips. In turn, his hands came to tangle in her hair, tugging her closer to his lips. Her panted breaths made his own quicken, desire beginning to coil low in his belly.