It doesn’t feel right. More than just residual from the bolt.
Two separate bodies. They’ve been one for so long.
Desperately, they cling to each other, trying to get back together again. Ben cries out, her nails biting into his skin.
He’s inside of her. It’s familiar. Her body moves at a frenetic pace. It’s as if they don’t become one, she’ll die. Their rhythm is off. His movements are jerky. Hers are violent, thrashing like a fish out of water.
There’s a power in this, like nothing Glory’s known. And for a brief moment, the world is right again.