Craig did not know what the urge was, was it to mate, to be mated, to revel in the nakedness that was the most simple of states. He felt his clothes moving across his body, knew it was Peg’s hands that guided, bared, stripped him amongst the dunes that both existed and did not in this strange realm.<br/><br/>As she bared his body, so he bared hers, casting clothes aside, leaving flesh to rest against flesh in a contact of more than just pleasure, but safety, security, the knowledge that here they were together, and in so many ways, joined as one.<br/><br/>His lips found hers as he rested atop her. His legs drawn together, resting between hers, her arms around his waist and his shoulders. His arms were both pinned under her waist and the other cradling her head, drawing her near for a kiss, for them to meet and sample one another’ taste again and again as they refused to leave one another’s embrace.<br/><br/>“Peg,” The word, her name, not as a question, just as a statement, as a fact, she was here, now, with him, she had been here before, and it was unknown if she would be in the future, but craig had the idea that they would find out together.<br/>