By the fire of her eyes

*Her eyes, made a blue beyond blue by the fire burning in them, reveal how much she wants this. They are powerful and clear, staring into mine as if there is no more time at all. . .*

We missed our anniversary, you say? *Smiling and kissing the tip of her cold nose. Wind whips our hair into our faces.* Come inside; I'm cold. There. . . is that better? *I lead her to the bed, and bundle us up in the blankets.* I've been with you, so I don't think we missed the anniversary, but it's funny, how even vampire women and men seem to follow those old jokes about men forgetting birthdays, anniversaries. . . *I kiss her beautiful lips, giving her a slight nip.* You hold the keys, my heart. I'll follow you into those rooms whenever you want.