"Me too," Merrick whispers. "I still feel you inside me."

His hands move over Metaari's chest, scratching ever so slightly with his fingernails. It's so easy, like a pattern that's unfolding before his eyes. The world outside the cabin seems to vanish--the hole in the sky, the demons, Corypheus--leaving them in the same bubble they'd lived in for those short moments before.

After a moment Merrick leans down and starts to kiss at Metaari's chest, feather-light touches with the slightest press of tongue. His eyes look up, his gaze heated but somehow shy at the same time.