His lips were soft against hers, the tang of herbs tingling on her tongue. She tugged her fingers through his golden hair, freeing it from its binding. She felt his stubble rasp against her cheek, her skin reddening. Their bodies pressed together, warm and pliant. His kisses were thorough and wonderful.
Her eyes opened and she sat bolt upright, sheets sliding from her shoulders. She might have said his name; she couldn't remember.
The elf slept on beside her, undisturbed.
She was left to wonder if it had been a dream or if he really had followed her into the Fade.