You had missed him so much. Raiden had been away for months in some 'Outworld', and you needed some time with him now.

The jazz of Frank Sinatra spreads through the room as you dance in his bedroom. His hands on your waist, your arms around his neck. Could it get better than this?

Raiden leans closer and kisses your neck.

"Make me your way of life, don't ever go", he whispers along with Sinatra into your ear, trailing kisses along your jaw.

It could get better. So much better.