She pressed her body closer to his, boldly, her hips aligned with his, the soft give of her breasts a tantalizing pressure against his chest.  "I have waited a mortal lifetime for this moment," she whispers, her voice thick with longing.

"I have dreamt of nothing else."  Her hands rested on his chest, fingers splayed, tracing the contours of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt.  She tilts her head back, looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, the soft curves of her body molding to his, a perfect fit. The scent of him, familiar and intoxicating, filled her senses. She had missed him, missed the feel of him, the weight of him, the warmth radiating from his skin. A soft moan escaped her lips as she melted into him, her bones turning fluid, her muscles relaxing into his embrace. It felt like a homecoming, a return to a place she had always belonged. Countless moments had passed, an eternity measured in the slow drip of sand through the echoing chambers of time, but now, finally, they were together again.  Her breath hitched in her chest, and a gasp caught in her throat. Her heart felt heavy and thick, constrained by the limitations of this mortal body, and yet it felt so intensely alive—the way the skin on her arms prickled with awareness, the fine hairs raising in response to his nearness. A bead of sweat trickles down the back of her neck, tracing a path along her spine.

"I have been yours through all the countless ages," she murmured husky with emotion, "the light to your darkness, solace, strength. And now this"—she gestures to the body so willingly pressed against him, her fingers tracing the line of her collarbone, the curve of her hip—"this vessel, this earthly form, is yours, completely and utterly."