He took a breath, a man bracing himself, and then wrapped his gloved hands behind her head and gently pulled her to him.   She held on to one thread of rationality as the fire of his mouth on hers burned through her, a conflagration that burned everything in its path.  She had been choked with brush and weeds.  Layers upon layers of the dead had piled themselves onto her and he cleared it all away and left room in its stead for something new.  He tasted of the same beer she'd had, and salt, and whatever gentleness had existed in the hesitant way he'd drawn her forward disappeared as he began to kiss her with a desperate fervor.    