And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams

All logic for him, went out the window. Was there anything logical anymore? The laws of power and magic seemed to have broken limits when it came to her.

"Bath." She whispered late into the night.

She was still very weak, still fighting against the jewels power.

"Please." She begged.

He was almost afraid to, that it would wash away the smell. At this point, it was the only thing letting him know that this was real and not a dream.

Still, how could he deny her?

"The hot springs within will be too hot."

"Cold, I want cold." Her eyes closed.

It was still raining, but now that he knew she was not sick, sick, it could not hurt.

"Very well."

He left the temple; the rain was instant. She leaned her head back and let the rain wash her face. She kept her eyes closed and slightly opened her mouth. He could not pull his eyes away, no matter if inside he was demanding they look away.

He walked and watched. He knew the hidden stream was ahead.

"We are here, can you stand?"

"Maybe, a little." She hardly had enough power to speak. Still, he stood her up, holding her waist. She bent, and he watched through heavy lashes as she slowly pulled her undergarment down. He wondered if she was just throwing caution to the wind, or if she thought he didn't care. Or maybe she was so far gone that she didn't?

She tried to take a step, it was too much. He pushed her against him and they walked forward. Soon as she hit water, she pushed away and let her body fall to the cool water. He stood watching as she dived down.

She came up, stood and bent her head and let the rain fall on her. The coolness of it seemed to help with the burn.

All he could do was watch as she would dip under and come back up. Watch as the water touched every part of her hot body.

He swallowed, her dance was calm. He wanted to join yet fought against her unknown call to him.

She went under again, this time, she didn't come back. After a moment, he moved.

His hand found her waist and he pulled her back up hard. She landed, bare chest against bare chest, her hands wrapping around his arm muscles and she drew in a breath. She laid her head down against his chest, and lifted her nose up, touching just under his jaw.

His jaw went tight.

Even against cold water, she was on fire. She was tired, she was naked and flush against him.

She held onto him has if he would vanish. "You're still here."

"Hn."

"I can't tell dreams from realty anymore."

She wasn't dreaming.

She pushed away and bent back, her breasts moved up, her hair touching water. He held her, watched her, felt her and then he leaned down, nose to neck, and smelled her.

He wondered too, if he was dreaming, because in that moment a desire so great rose in him and an image of her flashed in his mind.

He couldn't tell if it was dreaming, deja vu, or a premonition of something.

But as she moaned he inhaled and it dawned on him, he was not dreaming.

Never in his wildest dreams would he ever, but then again, she defied all logic he had of her and he knew no dream could be as real as this moment.