More! demands her body. What in the name of Tarartus are you doing?! protests her brain. It's the former in charge, molding her curves to his, hands sliding across his shoulders and down his back restlessly.

Until someone coughs behind them.

Apparently the mountain isn't as always as abandoned as Eirene believes. The intruder is a tall, dark haired, dark eyed man in -- surprise, surprise -- dark clothing.

"Eirene, may I have a word with you?"