"You accepted my summoning..." she whispered, her voice as soft as the finest silk.
His hands found her waist before he answered, as if he wanted to confirm she was really there before speaking his mind.
"How am I here? And what's a champion?"
"The Final Quest of my world has been at a stalemate for the last decade. I suppose the system got tired of waiting and changed the requirements."
A moment of silence passed before she continued.
"But forget about that for now..." she leaned a little closer, "We should have a proper greeting."
She leaned forward, her crimson eyes dropping briefly before returning to his with the look of someone who knew exactly what they wanted.
Damon didn't move. He met her evenly as her lips met his.
It was soft, and unhurried in a way that made the world around them seem insignificant. She took her time, and so did he, as they both enjoyed the reunion that they had silently longed for since her departure.
