Gaia came across him in a garden of red poppies.  He was typing on an anachronistic typewriter with books at his side.

She was surprised when he looked up and actually saw her — few ever could.  He didn't look away as she came up to him. Without a word, she gently pushed him on his back and her top faded when she straddled him. 

His strong hands clenched her skirt as she mounted him. Her passion rose as she realized just who he was, she smiled and bent down to kiss him.

She looked up, saying, “At long last!”