He could pass for sleeping, if one ignored the three knives protruding from his face.  Each knife was slipped free of his still warm skin and set aside carefully.  Already his precious warmth was pooling out of him.  Those normally dead cold eyes where brimming with tears as bare sticky feet stepped into the tub.  The cuts on her thighs and stomach superficial, nothing that would hamper her or cause her pain.  Nude and blood stickied body moved to press up against Reggie's nude chest.  Cheek came to rest on his still warm skin, hot  tears dripping off that pointy boney chin to trail down the length of his chest down his happy trail. 

    Shane had given her the last untainted knife and she was planning to use it.  But all in good time.  Stick fingers moved to crawl up his skin and lift his head faintly as her lips met those still soft cherub lips.  The kiss was tender, soft, gentle.  Something Nori never showed to anyone.  Tongue slid out, into his mouth and played around with the motionless tongue.  Boney hips ground down into his flacid meat as she made love to him in her own way.  She pulled back licking the taste of him off her lips, the taste of his blood and his saliva. 

"There's so much I want to tell you.. so much.  Please listen to me."

    It was not as if the corpse would move and refuse, his body was hers for the taking so to speak.  She stroked a hand over his body, feeling the slack muscles beneath the skin.  Reaching a hand out of the tub she lifted the knife.  It was razor sharp and would do the trick nicely.

"I won't hurt you I promise, I just want to be closer to you.  Bare with me lover, this won't take long."

    The tip of the knife shifted and a straight line from shoulder to shoulder was sliced into his skin.  Not enough to damage the muscles beneath but just to cut through the top layers of flesh that kept those delicate insides safe.  A line cut across his abdomen followed suit matching the top.  A glance given to his face as she sniffled faintly.

"You know how much I love you right now?  You can't even imagine."

    The knife was tilted as boney fingers slide between his derma and muscles.  Knife tip was used with almost a surgeon's precision to slice down the center of his chest, fingers moving carefully as she cut only the skin away.  Knife set across her lap as the left flap of skin was tucked back with tender care, the right side followed.  The rippled and ribbed muscles shown in all there glory as they became exposed to the halogen light above.  Warmth was puddling around her turning her on even more.  Her thighs and crotch wetter then a gang banged whores.  Fingertips stroked over those fine muscles lovingly, a sigh rising from her lips, words a whisper, semi hoarse with emotion.

"You're so beautiful right now.. so beautiful... I want to remember you like this always.  But I can't wait.. I want to be one with you.  Just a few more moments."

Knife was lifted and strands of muscle where cut as slowly as she dared, seeing as even now his skin was going cold since he was openned in all his glory before her.  The cutting grew almost violent as she slashed and hacked at his muscles before she could get to the most important part of him, his insides.  The gore of mutilated flesh piled up around her.  The warm weight a comfort to her shivering flesh.  Knife scrapped at bone and she was finally able to see his gushy bright red insides.  She had to stop and just stare before the tears came again.  She was covered in blood from nearly head to toe and what wasn't covered in warm blood was old blood dried and cracking like old paint.  The knife was set aside and legs shifted as she curled up in a fetal position in front of his open chest.  Fingertips wandering into the mass of organs, stroking the heated pieces of his insides.  Cheek came to rest against his flesh stripped ribcage as she cried.

"Ren was just like you.. He was so strong, so confident.  He made me feel like I've never felt before.  The way I feel now with you. He made me feel safe, protected.  I wish we could stay here like this forever.  Just you and me, in this sweet dream."

    Fingers tickling and stroking his liver, it's warm mass jiggling beneath her fingers as she rubbed her cheek against the pieces of gore still stuck to his ribs.  She wasn't after all a surgeon, so it wasn't as neat as it could have been.  

"I knew I liked you from the minute I met you.  You were different, still are different from the others.  You accepted me as I was.  Like a flawed jewel, you could see the beauty behind cracks and the gritty outter layer.  I loved you from the minute I met you, I knew one day we would end up like this.  Is this not paradise for you, lover?"

Hands moved as she shifted, chin set against his ribs to stare up at his unrecognizable face.  The blades both her and Shane had slipped into his body had destroyed his beautiful eyes and his thick throat.  She might have prefered to keep his eyes but it had already happened.  One hand rose from his chest dripping globs of blood and meat, as she reached up to curl on of his arms around her and then the other.  Pulling them in close she felt so protect in his arms before her fingers slid back within his body.  Snuggling up close she sighed, fingers tickling along up behind his ribs past his lungs toward his now stilled heart.  She gasped in pleasure once her fingers curled around it.  She held it and closed her eyes.  

"You've been so good to me.  I'm so lucky, Reggie, that I met you.  You gave me new reasons to live.  A new reason to fight for what we both knew was right.  I'm just sorry ... sorry I wasn't better to you.  I know I teased you and hurt your feelings.  I didn't know how to love, not since Ren died.  But you ... you showed me how to feel again, how to love again."

"I love you Reggie, I love you to death."

Bottom lip trembled as her fingers squeezed his heart, as if she was willing it to pump in her hand.  Tears started fresh, cleaning streaks of pale flesh on her blood soaked face.  She turned her face into the folds of his skin and muscle that she had hacked off and sobbed.  Body was tight against his own, legs tight to the flatness of her chest as she lay there with him soaking in the last of his warmth.  And like that she would stay, for hours.  Hours that she slept like that in complete peace, sharing the body that had housed the man she had fallen for only after death.  Hours would roll by, endless silent dreams of red, it was only when she was woken by the gentle and cold hand of Shane did she rouse.   Shivering from laying in a tub of cold blood and gore she would climb out, leaving him with a parting kiss before letting the snakes clean up the mess she had made of him.  She had her trophey, his heart in hand and would keep it in a glass jar in her home to remind her of him always.  Her heart, her love.