She lowers herself onto him as he arches up; she lets him fill her and God, God. She anchors herself with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest, her mouth brushing his jaw, and she rocks her hips.

"Red--"

The fire is all-consuming; it's impossible to pay attention to anything but its familiar singing in her veins and along her skin, and Red underneath her, moving with her (in her).