The fire burned low and the stars brighter as they lie gazing upwards at the heavens. She shifted her head on his chest and waves of obsidian black went rippling like deep water over his skin. He sent his fingers trailing through it thoughtfully as he stared in wonder at the reflections of infinity in her warm, auburn eyes. Moonlight played over her warm skin, and shined off the occasional strand of silver, not betraying age but holding wisdom. She shone, even in the darkness. It was as if she were a star herself, giving off her own radiant light, forever burning in within her soul. He'd never know what she'd found so interesting him. While she shone he absorbed the light, broke it, and dwelled in a perpetual shadow, never leaving the abyss that spawned him. She marched and he slunk through the night. It was almost like a union of Hades and Artemes, Loki and Frigg. Her Fire met his Shadow and spawned a passion so deep it was untouchable.
She shifted again and thoughts flew from his mind as those eyes turned from heaven and focused on him. They still held the stars. They were soft, in the way that steel is malleable. A natural mother she had been tempered by eternity into something too wretched for hell and too divine to consort with gods. She had risen to the peak of the mountain, grown bored and decided to see what the next one offered. Sadly the universe hadn't thought that far ahead. And now as she lie smiling up at him in that provocative little way of were no words. She filled that hole, that gap. She did not bond with him, she was him. Everything he was centered on her. Alone and wretched he would never rest in his life till had found her again and again, and the Powers That Be, realizing how much damage he could do unfettered, and what she was capable of unsupervised, has always put them together. His logic, cool reason, careful thought, and tendency to give his affections only sparingly, had balanced her fight then fight some more, love the children but castrate the Dark Lord habits. He was the mind and the voice, she was the hands and the passion.
"What are you musing on now Magician?" she purred. Her pet names seemed to echo like that. Rarely did she not use he word she felt described him, and only when angry or annoyed did she revert to his real names. She never said his Real Names, though he had no doubt she knew them. For now it was Magician, last time it had been Silk, next knew. As long as she was there to speak it he would be content with whatever it was. Reaching up she drew one finger nail down the side of his face and smiled. "Don't you ever stop that mind of yours one minute? All those excess thoughts must be irritating."
"Its not as back as you'd imagine. Besides one of us has to plan what comes next, an it sure isn't going to be you."
She laughed, not some tinkling giggle, but a rich, throaty and truly Feminine laugh. A sound that sent thrills of passion down his spine as he embraced her. "There's always something over the next hill love. Weather it needs to be killed or not remains to be seen." She wriggled closer as the embers slowly began to burn low.
"Do you want me to relight it?" he said motioning to the flame.
"Don't worry about it. We happen to other people love, remember? And besides," She said deeply, "There are other ways to keep warm." She laughed again, and he could feel all thoughts flee as his mind melted into warm red mist.