VT: Hello. It seems that I'm not as dead as people think or want me to be. 8D. Either way, I wrote this little drabble. I think you can guess who they're supposed to be--given my record--but dream up what you like. Enjoy.
Thirty seconds.
He was sweating, moving, pressing, all as quickly as he could.
Faster, faster.
Twenty seconds.
Arching up to meet him, he clutched at the shifting earth beneath him.
Harder.
Ten seconds.
This would be their final chance, their final expression of the new terrifying passion that had overtaken them both. Their final tangible venture before the cold loneliness of the warm summer months.
One last time.
Five seconds.
Gasping, shaking, they met each other once more.
Four seconds.
If ever there were such a thing.
Three seconds.
Such a thing as love.
Two seconds.
As soul mates.
One second.
Then surely, this was it.