She twisted under him, frantic with heat and need and a deep, empty ache.

We could feel the lack of anything living in all the structures around us like an empty ache in the mind.

His hands rubbed and stroked her as if trying to massage away the empty ache within.

Subdued and reflective, he unsuccessfully tried to ignore the empty ache inside.

It was a dull, empty ache which never really went away.

She flopped into her sleeping bag and tried not to focus on that empty ache deep inside her.

She came to awareness a day or two later, cool-headed, but with a vast and empty ache in her body.

She understood the need, the empty ache of it.

With an empty ache in her heart, she whispered a last good-bye.