Thoth's heart was filled with love for Neshomeh. Sure, she wasn't his usual type (and how!), but after seeing her in action, it was impossible not to fall for someone so detail-oriented, so focussed, so…

… competent.

Neshomeh's pulse quickened. She had never anticipated - never dared dream - that the day would end this way. Perhaps it never should have. But she had no intention of backing out.

Thoth swallowed nervously, but soon all hesitation was gone, overwhelmed by the simple delight of the moment. That much, he had expected - but he hadn't imagined it would be so thrilling.

Trembling though she was, Neshomeh was nevertheless filled with desire. It was impossible to put into words how Thoth affected her so, but perhaps - shocking though the thought was - this wasn't a time for words.

Thoth felt as though Neshomeh was taking all his inmost needs out and gently polishing them until they glowed. He had never felt this way before.

And neither had she.