A/N: Weird quasi poetry mildly nsfw thing. Don't ask because I don't know.
Softness and steel, that's what they were.
His demon steel body held in her soft gloved hands, protecting flesh and blood and bone.
Her steel will driving them, tempering his soft resolve in the hot fire of unrelenting action and unshakeable courage.
His steel heart melting melting melting in the softness of her soul, in her unwavering acceptance.
Her fragile heart tempered solid by his unrelenting loyalty, his unflagging presence, his unflappable support.
His soft lips, covering every inch of her with his undying devotion, whispering then shouting his undying love.
Her steel soldier's body made soft by his flesh gone rigid, unravelling and unravelling beneath him in a vortex of mutual need.
Softness and steel, that's what they were and it's what they would always always be.