Sleepy Fox Hollow she tells me 'worship in the bedroom'

the attraction between mahler and ketzia had always been a courteous sort, vague, half-formed and half-lit. her heart had always belonged to stigmata, and the gargoyle sought to respect the memory of his kill-brother in many aspects. 
but as she reached to him, yielding finally into the long unspoken undercurrent, mahler drew in his breath. for a moment he was still, allowing ketzia to kiss his still form; in a short while he stirred himself and began to return the same, wondering at how sharply both grief and desire warred within his aching heart this very second.