"I love you"

The world snapped back into place. It was still black and white, but at least it was there. Indeed, it felt more comfortable than any place had for a very long time. Looking around, Samson recognized many things. After a moment he realized where he was. It was his apartment back in New York, only slightly different. All of his girlfriends' things were gone, and the place had a much more homely feel than it ever had before. Samson stumbled through the apartment in a slight stupor, until he got to the door of the bedroom. There, a beautiful sight lay before him.

Alyona was curled up in the sheets, her smooth, radiant skin contrasting sharply with her surroundings even in the colorless world. And yet, even as he watched, her that radiance faded. The supernatural vibrancy that he could never have described was disappearing, leaving merely the glow of a perfectly human beauty. After the glow was completely gone, she awoke.

A sweater that had not been there before covered her upper torso, but Samson didn't notice. He was too busy looking into her eyes. Her body had lost the angelic aura, but her eyes had gained the humanity that had been missing. Once somehow devoid of that indescribable quality of the living, her eyes now screamed vibrancy and life. Samson felt his heart glow as they shared a long, desire-full look. Then, she sat up and the world was right. Color returned, and her beauty was fully revealed.

Alyona brought a hand to her neck and moaned, "Why do I always get a crick in my neck from afternoon naps?"

"Uh..." was all Samson could return.

She flashed a naughty smile at him.

"There's the brilliant mind that I married. Is dinner finished?"

Samson swallowed deeply. As far as consequences went, this was...

"Well, clearly you are only good for one thing, babe," she said with the same naughty smile, "So you might as well stick to your specialty. C'mere and fuck a baby into me."

Not bad at all.