s*x in death
"Touch me, Julian. See if the Duke remembers what the Doctor forgot."
He looked at my lips, the old craving battling the new void. He began to lean in, his hand sliding up my arm, his touch heavy and possessive. The Shadow in the room thickened, the shadows in the corners of the basement stretching toward us like hungry fingers.
Suddenly, a heavy thud sounded from the floorboards above—the laundromat.
Julian snapped back instantly, the "Doctor" returning with a vengeance. He shoved me behind him, his hand moving to the scalpel at his belt in one fluid motion.