They're both left shuddering and clinging to each other, riding out first one climax and then the other. Isis and Osiris, life and death, two minds in two bodies twined together so strongly that no senseless force can drive them apart. Her hand squeezes his, and he squeezes her hip in answer, pressing one kiss and then another to the back of her jaw.

It's enough just to lie there, a hand on her hip, an arm cradling her belly, his face in her hair. For a while, this is it - but eventually, murmured against her scalp, there are words. "I missed you, Dana."