For a long time William remained silent. She had uttered the name of his wife and it felt Like the first time he'd heard that sweet sound of

Lisa in a long time. He took a long heavy breath and felt the twinge of that old wound begin to close when he remembered the Life he'd had with her. It had been a good life, a life worthy of remembering without sadness or fear. He lifted his hand and gently stroked his fingertips across the crystalline surface of the statue's cheek. It was a way he had always greeted her and now it was how he would leave the pain of her loss behind.

“Thank you." He turned away to face the Lady of Storms once more.

“I am winter. I am the end of the cycle. Bringing that ending to the world is in my nature and bringing the end to your pain was in my power. The way we have been has brought a connection between us. It is a connection that makes me wish to see you content." She looked upon him with the great depths of those sapphire blue eyes. He didn't find it so difficult to meet her gaze anymore.

“Is this connection also the reason I've turned into a giant smurf?" He smiled for the first time since he'd seen the statue of his wife. Lady

Winter approved, even if she didn't quite know what a smurf was.

“If you refer to your skin colour then yes. You are a soul in the shape of aman and such actions as we have performed..."

“Such as screwing like bunnies."

“.,.such as screwing like bunnies." She affirmed with an enticing curve of her lips. "These actions make your soul connect to me. It gives me power. It seems that the connection goes both ways for I seem to have had an effect on you. Is it a change you dislike?"

William wiped the frozen tears from his face and rubbed his eyes before shaking his head.

“Nope. Actually, I think the blue look is pretty sexy on you. Do you like it on me?" He lifted his arms to settle them across her hips and gently squeeze her firm bottom with his hands.

"I do. Do you think that these smurf people are equally appealing as me?" There was a notable hint of jealously in her voice as her arms instinctively wrapped about his shoulders and her body pressed against his.

The sudden burst of Laughter that came forth from deep inside his Lungs was a highly pleasant noise in the great silence of the hall and she savoured it. Of course that didn't mean she wasn't extremely confused.

“I think you'd win a beauty contest with a smurf hands down." He chuckled, barely able to keep his voice restrained from Laughing.

“That is good." Lady Winter purred and jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist. He quickly caught her slender figure and felt a familiar and very satisfying anticipation tingle through him.

To show just how much he agreed with her, he lightly tilted his head and caressed her open lips with his. The delicate touch released a little moan of her cool breath against his tongue and enticed him to playfully nip her lower lip with his teeth. The little stab of pain made her fuse her mouth to his in a kiss that made him quiver all the way down to his toes.

When he returned that loving touch with equal passionate force Lady

Winter quickly realised that he wasn't holding back any longer. It wasn't merely the touch of her he craved now but the outpouring of her desire and her fledgling love for him. She felt that hunger in every movement of his body against hers. She cared for him, she liked him and even then she would have been terribly distraught to be without him.

Yet none of those feelings was comparable to the sensations of love that emanated from the connection between them. It poured into her icy veins like white hot energy and her eyes immediately burst open with bright brilliant light. It was felt in the ravenous clash of their tongues and lips in a feral rhythm that burst with unrestrained passion. It was in the caress of their bodies held so tightly together with her soft round breasts cushioned against his smooth marble-Like muscle and her Long gorgeous legs locked around him.

Finally, it was most intensely felt in the way his length slowly slipped against her saturated chalice, begging to be slid inside where they would both find the release they so desperately wanted.