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So that was sex. Alya felt drained and satisfied, but above all, enlightened. The science of this act had long been a mystery to her, and she was not disappointed by the results of all her research and trials. This experiment had paid off rather well, and she turned her head back toward her test subject to shower his face in sweet, praising, probably-painful kisses.

Part of her did not want to break the spell, but she now felt a powerful urge to put a name to his beloved face. She could afford to lend him space in her heart - he'd occupy a special place there, now. One that no other could claim. "What's your name?" she asked him, her voice low and melodious. Oh, she'd leave him in a few short hours all the same, but she wanted to remember him as more than just a face, a sensation.