The last thing Thanatos wanted to do was disappoint Bast. If he had been aware of her thought process, and additionally, capable of the complex thoughts required to actually make sense of the daunting idea of disappointment, Than would have quickly and smoothly explained that it wasn't just the drugs. She wasn't the kind of heat that slid away as his drug haze began to retreat. She was pure. She was fire and gold and wonder.
Thanatos wasn't really capable of an explanation like that, of course, so it was a good thing they were testing his theory. The first few seconds were surprising to Than, because he didn't know that he'd survive them. That was probably the whole of his theory. Maybe. Once he'd touched her mouth, Thanatos had quickly lost track of the reasoning that made him kiss her in the first place. Well, not the reasoning so much as the excuse. She was too stunning, too brilliant, too bright. Thanatos needed an excuse because she was the sun, and the sun was so far out of the moon's league.
Once the first few moments had passed, though, and Than had survived and Bast was kissing him back, it was like his entire body adjusted to being face to face with something molten. He adapted. He figured out a way to keep on kissing her without melting down in the process. She was still the sun, still hotter than anything Thanatos had ever touched before, but the cool water wasn't something he wanted. He didn't want the rain. He just wanted her.
Than's hand moved from her arm to her back, tracing down her spine because it was like a perfect trail of brilliance flecked with precious metals. His fingertips were buzzing with the electric warmth coming off of her. Thanatos settled his hand at the small of her back and pulled her closer. He could feel her heart and the blood moving through her veins and everything. It was the most amazing thing he'd ever experienced, until she moved her mouth again and that took top billing immediately.
The rain was sizzling against them. He was hot because of her, and each bead of water evaporated on contact. There was no point to the rain. Than didn't want it. So his wings were unfolded and wrapped up around them, and then it was just Bast against him, nothing but her, no distractions at all, no stupid rain. He let his teeth lightly graze her bottom lip before pressing for another firm kiss and Thanatos finally remembered his other hand long enough to brush a trail of light knuckle contact up along her throat to her jaw, and even though this was all too much, Than didn't care.
Bast made his theory right, even if he couldn't remember his theory anymore.