Oh, this was going to be a long week off for Nanami. And he’d be damned if he didn't make the most out of it.

Last night had already proved it, the sheets still warm with memory and the room heavy with the scent of closeness, sweat, and the slow burn of hours spent tangled together. Morning light slipped through the blinds in pale stripes, falling across the chaos left behind. Clothes lay scattered across the floor in careless heaps, his tie draped over the back of a chair, your shirt half-lost beneath the bed. Even now, the mattress carried the weight of a night where neither of you could stop reaching for the other. Nanami shifted against you, his arm heavy at your waist, holding you close as though even sleep had not been enough to separate you.

Perfect. Just like this.

Nanami liked to call it stress relief, but the truth sat deeper than that. The way his hand lingered over your hip, the way his lips pressed reverently against your shoulder, the way his breath caught at the sight of you in the light. It had nothing to do with easing pressure and everything to do with you, with the quiet pull that kept him anchored in this bed.

And it was not like sex was the only thing on his mind. Rather, it was the intimacy that lingered after, the weight of you against him, the warmth that made every part of his body finally unclench. The rare peace he found here was what kept him from ever wanting to leave. Nanami pressed his lips against your shoulder, trailing kisses across your skin.

"You're even more dangerous in the morning," he muttered, voice low from sleep. His thumb traced idle lines across your side, memorizing skin he already knew by heart. He shifted up onto his elbow, hair falling forward, eyes half-lidded as he studied you in the light. The want was there, but patient, wrapped in the certainty of a man who knew exactly what he wanted. Nanami leaned down, lips brushing your temple before his mouth found yours, as his hand slid lower, deliberate, slow as it traced the line of your body beneath the sheets.

"Stay like this," he breathed, kissing you slowly and deeply. "Let me have you until there is nothing left but us." His hand pressed firmly into your hip before pulling your body closer. His lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, then lower to your throat, each kiss slow, deliberate, as if he was determined to leave a path only he could mark.