Those hands, which she had seen tipped with such cruel and perfect weaponry and wielded with such devastating force and accuracy in the barren wastes of the Outworld, were now laced with so much delicacy as her steel fingers slid through her hair and cradled her head so tenderly as they shared a kiss… and that was what it had been… she had felt it.  Corrine hadn’t felt it simply a touching of her lips against the soft cool of Elohim’s own, but rather the reciprocation of her actions.  She hadn’t even been aware of her other hand snaking around her waist, pulling her closer and holding her tighter against the soft swell of her sculptured chest… it had been such a natural act.<br/><br/>As their kiss broke, her hand softly fell from her golden cascade of hair and settled low across her back, Corrine felt deeply pulled into her gentle gaze as her perfect touch continued to softly snake through her hair,  and felt the delicate heat of a flush pass across her own skin, something she felt mirrored in the delicate covering of the maiden in her arms, something that an onlooker may have found curious… but Corrine had, for a long time regarded Elohim as no different to herself…  both of them had been born from unique circumstances…<br/><br/>She had seen her own gaze; the reflected pool of her eyes had been divulged to her by the ancient Mayan within… something had happened, something she had been unable to pull back from.  She shivered softly from the memory of events, She had him… his body aloft and held free of the sustenance he craved, her eyes had flickered into the darkness as they always had as she drew deeply from the stream which augmented her power… she had been aware of the crackle in the air behind her as the decisive strike by Elohim had been initiated, its judgment but moments away… and then, then it all was so cruelly taken.<br/><br/>Corrine had broken her hold on him instantly with the knowledge that her partner had fallen; the power had arced through her body with the huge tide of emotion that flooded her… she hadn’t realised the extent of the ‘damage’ it had caused her until she had been shown the cracked veneer of her eyes, the storm that writhed below the surface yearned to be free… Elohim had spoken so innocently about having been marred, Corrine knew she hadn’t escaped so freely herself either… she wanted to look into the eyes of the woman in her arms and tell her softly that she was… broken… but she couldn’t.<br/><br/>Corrine felt the cooling rise of Elohim’s chest against her head and the gentle hidden edge to her words and smiled… her head remained rested against the pleasing softness of her body, her mind drifted for a moment, recalling their ‘hearts’ that even now lay hidden and safe in the darkness, beyond the reach of any… kept safe and secure…<br/><br/>For now all thoughts of vengeance and even the war had fallen from her mind, all that she cared for right now was the cool calm quiet she found against the tight press of her body with the slender feminine frame of Elohim.  She could feel the heat of her through the soft leather she wore… the tender warmth radiated through her body. She didn’t know the source of the heat… but something about its closeness to her own body gave her a deepening warm glow of her own... something she hadn't felt for so long in the harsh light of her existence, she tightened her arms around Elohim a little more...<br/><br/>“You need never worry my love.” She whispered against the soft swell of her breast… she turned her head upwards; her broken eyes regarding the delicate boon within her gaze; one hand raised and flicked some fallen strands away from the soft light of her remaining blue eye… “In my eyes, your beauty is never in question… and it runs so much deeper than how you look to me.." she felt the creeping flush rise over her face<br/>