Hugh stood for a moment pondering all that he had done, taking in all the pain from his endeavor. He felt the soreness from his legs, and the sweat drip down from many different parts of his body. His back was soggy from the fighting, and his neck dripped beads of sweat. He was not completely exhausted, but he was certainly worked up, and definitely tired. His hands felt the gashes of the resistance placed on his weapon and the many cuts and scratches that laced his hands and arms stung from the sweat. His lower back was sore and his legs were tired, but he still stood.

His thoughts quickly drifted from his pain as he looked around in search of the girl who had stolen him. His eyes turned to worry, as the darkness seemed to have taken them all. His heart beat and he felt the stress building up as he couldn't see her, anywhere. But finally, in one moment, he found her. She was rushing to him. He felt himself about to leap for joy and charge towards her. Before he could let himself loose, he felt her pounce on him, putting her full weight on him. He felt himself reel back a little to hold himself steady, as he dropped his hammer on the ground to bring his hands to her back.

Once again he felt her skin. It felt scratched and bruised, but he still loved how it felt. It was still soft to his touch. His eyes began to tear up and tears slowly trickled down his face, as he felt her lips press against his. He breathed her in like he might lose her any second. He didn't want to let go. He didn't want to ever let go of her again. His face and his eyes were showing all of his emotion. He let his eyes close for the moment, concentrating on feeling her and breathing her in. 

Every scent and touch, every feeling he gathered was a sign that both of them were still alive. He kept streaming tears of joy as he felt her pull back from the kiss. His eyes opened, taking the sight of her in. She was as beautiful as she had always been, perhaps she looked more beautiful to him now. All he cared about was that she was there. She looked at him and said one word, that made him want to hold her tighter. "Mine" was the word, as she pressed her forehead to his before kissing him once again.

His hair felt like it prickled to her touch, increasing in sensitivity. It was almost like he was trying to take all of her in. The tears would not stop as the moment was the happiest he had enjoyed in a very long time. He could be at peace with her there with him, her body with his. He felt her breathing, and the strength of her legs as she held tightly to him. At that moment in time, only this mattered. Not anyone around them, not the skeletons, not the lich, or the wraith, or even his past. He felt so weak as she pulled herself close to him, tasting him. He tasted her as well and it was sweet. It would linger on his lips for a long time.

As it felt like forever, like the moment could never end, she broke from the kiss, dropped her feet to the floor, and place her hands on his chest. He felt like he couldn't hold back, as the passion peaked inside him. He wanted to take her in all his power and ravish her, but he restrained himself. There were others watching and it would be ruined by others company. If he could have been alone with her, she would have felt the passion he held for her. 

Finally it was his turn to reciprocate his feelings, and he took full advantage. He pulled her in close and wrapped his arms around her, strongly holding her. His hands rested on her lower back, touching the skin she showed so confidently. Her hands were still on his chest as it rose and fell from his quick breathing. He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, and tasting her again. His heart was racing and his mind spinning, as the moment stretched on. When he finally pulled back from her, looking her in the eyes, he simply said, "Mine."