Onward

They go on for days without number. She wonders if he will ever run out of things to say (he doesn't) and he wonders if she could ever be anything but a goddess (she cannot). Their bodies shift and change as the seasons along their road but always they are together.

Time passes and, in that deep place which still smells new and antiseptic, the faint beep that tells a different her he exists finally goes silent. This pleases her but only because she can never know the gifts she has truly given him.

End.

A/N: Sincerest, deepest thanks to everyone who's reviewed and supported this story, both here and at the Portal kink community! You guys are just brilliant! And thank you to everyone who's read and enjoyed this meandering little story.