Notes - As some of you will remember, this following piece is the love scene I wrote for Kirsty and Pinhead in one of my earliest stories, A Match Made in Hell. I'm sure you all know by now that I am planning to blend that story along with another 2010 HR fanfic, Raising Hell. If you don't, then check out my profile for more details on that plan. This piece was actually my very first attempt at writing a sex scene, and a tender and gentle one too between these two, and I'm quite proud of it. However, seeing as I'm making some revisions to the original plot and making a huge mash-up of two stories in one, I felt the very original love scene could be posted here, for historical reasons. Any love scenes between the two in the new version will be written differently, I suppose. I have edited this and made some corrections, as it did need some. I do have bits and pieces of the original AMMIH story, so if you'd like to see more snippets and whatnot from the fanfic itself, and RH too, let me know. I'd be glad to share them with you. In the meantime, please enjoy this, and oh...keep your eyes peeled as I am writing some new one shots and hopefully they'll be uploaded whenever I can finish them. :) Thanks. - Laura

A Match Made in Hell 2010 Love Scene

As Xipe passed through the Schism of his world and into hers, he laid his dark eyes upon Kirsty and they began to glower with intense adoration. The initial anger he felt over Angelique's cruel teasing ebbed away slowly, only for love and desire to take its place. He swallowed hard at the mere image of her; she was simply - no other word for it - hauntingly beautiful.

"Hi." she simply said in a welcome greeting as he drew ever closer her.

The Cenobite Prince smiled ever so slightly to her. "Kirsty." he breathed her name with longing, watching as that familiar rose red smile came across those lips for him.

She was wearing a beautiful, long-flowing night dress and her dark, curly hair tumbled majestically over her shoulders. Her dark and captivating brown eyes looked to him full of sweetness, endurance...and desire.

The very image of her instantly took Xipe's breath away. She looked like an angel, he thought, as his smile gradually grew wider.

Kirsty gazed to him as he drew ever closer, thinking of how handsome he was. Not just on the outside, but on the inside as well. It was there, she felt it when they kissed earlier on, and she wanted to bring out more of the real him. She wanted to help him as well as experience him.

The pin-studded creature very quickly composed himself as the Schism closed on them, leaving them both alone, and far from the world of torment.

They were both standing so close to each other, staring the other out. The sexual tension, the chemistry that had always simmered between them, the love they shared...it all grew in leaps and bounds as the minutes wore on. The silence was deafening.

It was then, when Kirsty began to feel she could drown in those dark liquid eyes of his through staring right into them, that Xipe finally found the courage to speak.

"Kirsty, I-"

The chance to finish his sentence never came to be, for Kirsty closed the distance between them and placed her fingers over his lips tenderly.

"Sssh." she gently silenced him. "Let's not say anything. Let's just...be together."

Kirsty gently took his hand in hers and slowly placed it to the side of her breast, helping to guide his fingers cup around the succulent round globe, and allowing him to caress it. She smiled, listening to him breathe heavily.

She took one look into his haunted face and could instantly tell he was nervous. She understood; it had been many, many years since he had been intimate with a woman. Intimate in which he had made love to a woman out of true endearment, to handle her with gentleness and care. Meaningless sex and rough bondage had no place here, in this moment, with this extraordinary creature.

She was going to be the first in so long for him and she wanted nothing more than to make him feel loved and special. So she decided to make the first move this time.

Straightening herself right up, Kirsty used one hand to touch and caress his jaw, and placed the other across his chest, and then her lips tenderly met his, taking care to watch for the sharp and erect pins which adorned his face.

Their questing and contrasting lips slid together as they kissed slowly and softly for a few moments. After a few moments they stopped and pulled away for much needed air, staring deep into each other's eyes, deep obsidian black meeting chocolate brown.

Kirsty's hands slid downwards and into the direction of his right hand. Grasping a tight hold hold of it with both her hands, and not once tearing her gaze from his, Xipe smiled as Kirsty took his arm and gently pulled him in as she backed up toward her bed.

As they stood over the bed, the Prince ran his hands up her arms and gradually slid the nightdress off her body, and both allowed it to fall to the floor around her feet, revealing her nakedness to him.

He gasped at the beauty of her whilst she slowly lowered herself down across the bed, enticing him with her fine form.

Her rounded breasts, the natural curves of her figure, the perfect planes of her stomach, her creamy succulent flesh was all his, there for the taking.

Xipe smiled briefly before he reached over with a trembling hand and began to stroke her sweet and soft flesh...flesh he had so many years ago always yearned to tear apart and manipulate into something more like his, something more imperfect but perfect to him, but now could not even bear to even leave a scratch on. Love had made him a tender fool.

A deeply worried expression then came across his face. "You're so beautiful Kirsty. You seem so fragile and I'm...I'm a monster. You've no idea how long I've dreamt of this moment, and now it is at hand I...I'm apprehensive...I don't wish to hurt you when we-"

Kirsty's smile had faded a little as he spoke to her about his fears. She'd had no idea. Rising from the bed, a still very much naked Kirsty searched for his hands and grasped a tight hold of them. They were trembling as she squeezed them reassuringly. "Xipe, you're not a monster...and there's no way you will hurt me. Please..."

She released his hands and lowered herself down gently across the bed again. "...I need you...I want you..." She sighed slightly before she then murmured those three eternally damned words which would take his breath away.

"...I love you."

The Cenobite's creased facial expression relaxed slowly the longer he stared to the beautiful angel in his presence. Rather than choosing words to express how he really felt about her, he smiled sweetly and with Kirsty's assurance he eventually climbed out across her, but carefully and slowly, then resumed their kiss from earlier. However this time, it was frenzied with passion.

The tools fixed to his belt clacked around noisily as their passionate encounter intensified and grew ever more frantic, and Xipe wanted to be rid of them and soon. Without opening her eyes or taking her lips from his, Kirsty helped to remove his tools. Once removed, Kirsty carelessly tossed them to the floor one by one, where they landed with a metal sounding thud.

Kirsty began to moan in pleasure against his lips, and tilted her head, sinking the back of it firmly into the soft white pillow. She grasped at the sheets hard with both hands as she felt the evidence of his growing desire for her straining the leather of his cassock and rubbing against her crotch. It drove her crazy with the sensations it was giving her, but obviously it was not giving her enough. She wanted more.

She allowed him to run his ice cold hands all over her, making goose-flesh rise at his touch and forcing her to moan ever more passionately than ever, and before she knew it she had rolled him onto his back. She now sat across the Cenobite Prince, straddling him, and fumbling with his leather clothing.

They had a difficult task in trying to remove his tunic. It was not easy to just rip off in the throes of passion; the buckles and hooks which attached his clothes to his chest wounds were bothersome, and incredibly complicated to detach. But somehow along the way, they managed to remove his leather uniform from his Godly frame.

Once tunic and cassock had been casually discarded to the floor, Kirsty pulled herself away and simply stared hard at his body and gasped. She had not expected to see such defined, firm muscles in his arms, chest and stomach; all evident and showing in all their glory. Kirsty could feel the hardness of them under her palms when her hands ran up and down the length of his body.

Though marred by the ugly scars and wounds, Kirsty was not put off, and her love, the need for him, grew ever stronger. She lowered herself down to capture his mouth with hers without another murmur, kissing him with such passion whilst rolling over onto her back.

Xipe was now across her, and she felt his hands taking a hold of her waist gently, positioning himself, and ready for their act of love to commence. He looked into her eyes and smiled reassuringly. "I'll try not to hurt you, sweet angel." Xipe told her earnestly, with the tip of his erection ready and waiting for the chance to enter into her.

Taking a hold of his member, which was stiffened with pleasure, and gently stroking it and listening to him moan with desire, Kirsty looked dead into his eyes and whispered; "You won't hurt me. I trust you. Please, Xipe, make love to me."

Xipe took a deep breath and kissed her tenderly when along it came. His erection slid into her slowly and gently, almost gracefully, and with her entrance accommodating and welcoming.

The pain was but very brief, for pleasures awaited Kirsty when the Prince began to thrust, slow and unsure at first, but in time they found a nice and steady pace.

Kirsty moaned and cried out in ecstasy with each thrust. She dug her fingers into the ashen flesh of his back and felt blood well under her nails, but neither cared for that.

Their love making was now frantic and fast, with both their bodies merging together in an act where fire and ice would co-exist, writhing under the covers of her bed.

Even following their past, the deals, the blood that was shed, after all that had happened between them, this act of love making felt absolutely right and not the in slightest bit strange, despite his mutilations and other-worldly appearance. He was human in every which way that counted, and that was enough for her.

Kirsty knew now that she had made the right choice. She was happy and content now they were finally together, in each other's arms, under the gaze of the beautiful pale moonlight that shone through the open window.

She was now complete, and so was he...