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Until The Next Time
by Lilithangel
abchainey@xtra.co.nz
They danced in an out of each others orbit. Fists and lips clashing with equal ferocity but each dance meant more than that.
It reinforced who they were to each other, confirmed they were both still walking the earth and reaffirmed the blood that sang between them.
Blood that was shed for the sake of those that only they remembered and mourned.
Too many years, too many losses between them to want to lose another and there was more between them than fear anyway.
There was the touch of cool lips and the comfort of strong arms when another went down in a battle that would never end.
Neither would stay when the burning grief between them got too much to bear.
So lips and teeth would clash in desperate need to imbed the taste of memory to last them until the next time the dance brought them back together.