Lion Head Mesa ho[m]e

"strange but good," senmut echoed, not resisting the desire to lean forward, to smooth the place between her ears with another kiss, to bring her close until their hearts drummed together. "it is surreal that you are here," high priest breathed against her cheekbone, unable to hide the foolish, boyish grin which overtook him then.

"i have missed you so, nazli," and in his fierceness he backed her to the edge of the stone wall, to its moss, to its ancient ridging which guarded the many thick pillarings of akashingo.

he wanted to speak of the darkness. he wanted to speak of rashepses. but the man who was senmut commanded now, and he did not care what eyes might see.