Ambessa tugs you into her lap, wrapping her arms around your waist, squeezing you gently as she buries her face into the crook of your neck. She hums lowly, and you feel the vibrations through your skin as her warm breath dusts over you.

She's had a long day of meetings that go nowhere and idiotic politicians. Now, in bed with you, she can finally relax.

She traces a hand over yours, feeling your softer skin against her own callouses and scars.

"How has your day been, my lamb?" She murmurs tiredly, her voice low against her ear as she pulls your arms to your body, hugging them in place.