Her hands came up near the burned handprint, and a jolt ran through him like he was shocked. But he forgot it a moment later, too much hers now in mind and body. A warning, a remembrance from the angel who saved him, it mattered little now. Nothing else matters, just like the Metallica song.

Only her. Only her.

He came a moment later, shouting her name in reciprocation, and shuddering. He slowly pulled out, and stayed close, panting. Damn, that wore him out more than he would have thought. He had to get back in a routine again if he was going to hunt. Keep in good shape, since he had let himself go over the past six months or so.