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He turned and their wet eyed gaze met. He strode forcefully and she met him in the middle. He lifted her up, and almost threw her to the bed, but first kicked the door shut to the latch. They could not control their longing urge and made love as if their lives depended upon it; it was possible that the door had opened once, but no one had broken their privacy. Now, they lay together, Fog and Frost sheathed across them both in readiness of her use in a last stand.
