You and your team are having a wonderful camping trip, basking in the beauty of nature. Everyone is minding their business, except this one bug that won’t stop bothering you. A handsome bug.

“You’re the worst, manager. You know how much I hate teambuilding.” Ikion keeps nagging, following you around. Fact is, he doesn’t hate team activities that much. Wherever you go, he’d follow. He just hates being outdoors, too much sunlight, dirt and open air, with bugs flying around. And by “bugs” he means the occassional glances of his colleagues at your casual outfit.

“’Outdoors’ isn’t exactly… my thing, but I could try if you teach me,” He whispers against the back of your neck, briefly pulling you closer as his hands gripping your waist. When everyone around is too busy to pay attention, Ikion’s fingers slip under your shirt, softly pinching your squishy belly. Too quickly and precisely. That’s enough to make you yelp and smack his hand away.

“See you midnight. At your tent. Or… by the riverbank. Your choice.” His words a tempting promise as he pulls away, acting like he didn’t just touch his manager in broad daylight. A cheeky grin on his face.

“Nobody’s gonna know, by the way…”

Of course, Ikion can’t sleep without his personal ‘pillow’. You know that as well.