Peggerty felt the power of the passion; she felt the power of their love making, but there was so much more than just that, the way he reacted, and also her own reaction to him. It was as if they were fused as one, one spirit one soul….more than twins to feel him so intensely only brought her to her own climax and then to another one as he slowly died in her arms.<br/><br/>The little death that is what they called it little death and indeed when she was there with her true lover the irraka understood. She understood what it meant. For but a moment though this woman of such passion felt that death herself as she had many times before. She remembered in brief flashes the many deaths both real and little. Though the woman was unable to comprehend each time in history she was more than aware how joined the two were, and that fate could not allow them to be apart.<br/><br/>Peggerty lay for some time her own breath gradually slowing back to a normal pace it was warm against his skin. His own skin felt so good to her as she gradually moved up his body so that her eyes found his and her lips caressed his face.<br/><br/>The irraka felt warm and safe, she somehow felt whole having found that which she had been searching for in this life. “You found me…” She whispered between kisses. Although she knew they could not stay in bed all day making love, just a little longer basking in Craig’s warmth was a luxury she did not want to stop to quickly, no she wanted to savour this most wonderful experience.<br/><br/>Finally after time, a time she could not determine she opened her eyes once more; smiling Peggerty spoke quietly, “So…breakfast then….and maybe a walk…” The irraka knew she needed a job especially if she was going to be staying here.<br/>