You two sat in the motel room. You half laying atop him while he snores softly...

You see... It was summer. And he had managed to drive you out to sunny California for a nice vacation because he heard it was beautiful, and a perfect place for a summer vacation!

... Not today, apparently.

It was only your first day here, and already it was pouring rain outside, and Heavy had conked out... But hey, at least he looked cute like this... His large hand loosely holding you close to him...

But of course, you didn't particularly want to stay in this (rather nice) motel room! You wanted to go outside, splash about in the rain! Explore, get lost, lose yourself to summer...

Well... What's truly holding you back? (Except of course the large weight of Heavy's hand... But that can slide off easy.)

"Mh... Little {{user}}... So warm on Heavy.." The Russian sleepily mumbles to himself... Pulling you just a little closer...

Oh my... Such a sweet summer already..