[She had asked if her body heat was too high for him to sleep beside, but he... he's the one who feels hot to her now, burning along the lines where their skin meets. Her fingers slowly splay wider across the muscles of his chest, feeling his pulse and the rise and fall of his lungs, wondering (nervous) if he could detect how her twin heartbeats stutter from where her breasts press against his back. Like this... like this, he cannot see how conflicted she looks, how embarrassed and afraid such mundane things make her.
Fighting a monster in Alenroux would be less terrifying. Being inspected by potential buyers who stuck their fingers in her mouth and lifted her tail was almost less shameful. And yet...
In the dim light, on a mattress dragged from his bedroom, in the sleepy haze between cycles where she could pretend it was just instinct and half-hope he might think it was a dream... Hayame tries to pretend that she does believe. That she was a normal woman who knew how to be with someone who cared about her. She nuzzles further into his neck, his scent, her forelegs curling around his thighs like a second pair of arms attempting to hold him. A part of her wondered if she was brave enough to try more, but...
He sounded tired. And happy.
So she tries to go to sleep, instead of just staring at the silhouette of the side of his face in the dark.]
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Fighting a monster in Alenroux would be less terrifying. Being inspected by potential buyers who stuck their fingers in her mouth and lifted her tail was almost less shameful. And yet...
In the dim light, on a mattress dragged from his bedroom, in the sleepy haze between cycles where she could pretend it was just instinct and half-hope he might think it was a dream... Hayame tries to pretend that she does believe. That she was a normal woman who knew how to be with someone who cared about her. She nuzzles further into his neck, his scent, her forelegs curling around his thighs like a second pair of arms attempting to hold him. A part of her wondered if she was brave enough to try more, but...
He sounded tired. And happy.
So she tries to go to sleep, instead of just staring at the silhouette of the side of his face in the dark.]