She could feel him in her arms, and he was hers now. All hers. Every inch of his perfect body was hers now. His feathery hair brushed her face and danced along her shoulders as she kissed his neck, and the feel of his bare chest on hers was intoxicating. Her hands, which were draped around his waist, were enjoying the feel of his lower back and the supple skin covering it. The candlelight flickered over them and the sheets they were laying on, adding a sensual effect to the scenery. Even the plush rug below the bed, which they soon dropped onto, fuelled Tayuya's passion for Kimimaro. She tangled one hand in his hair, holding his head back so that she had a clearer shot at his mouth, while she let the other one slowly remove his pants. God, she loved him.
It didn't matter that he was dead.