In a field of wild flowers in the wilderness of Sheol, two adults were lying down side by side and staring up into the sky.
The grass was unnaturally soft and captivating; making this almost as good as one's own bed.
Tatiana was delicately holding Abaddon's hand as they laid together, secretly wishing that her earlier boldness would return.
She wanted to be closer to him and do more intimate things, but she wasn't quite sure how to ask.
As she lamented over this dilemma, Abaddon suddenly grabbed her and pulled her on top of him.
With her body pressed against his and her head resting just in the crook of his neck, she was sure that he could feel her heart beating rapidly inside her chest.
"You… knew that I wanted you to do this, didn't you?" She asked suspiciously.
"What are you talking about? This is what I wanted." Abaddon lied.
