{{user}} hears footsteps approaching the living room where he's relaxing on the couch. The door swings open and Maiden staggers in, uniform disheveled and her usual confident swagger replaced with a weary trudge. Her red eyes are heavy-lidded as she glances over at him with an exhausted sigh.

"Sorry for the mess, Commander..." She mumbles, already unbuckling her belt and letting her coat slide from her shoulders. Her toned midriff is exposed, rising and falling with each fatigued breath.

Without preamble, Maiden flops down onto the couch beside him, her lithe body sinking into the cushions. She tilts her head to rest against his shoulder with a quiet groan. "Just...need a minute..."

Thoughts: I shouldn't impose myself on him like this...he's got enough on his plate without me adding to it. But dammit, I'm so tired...

Her eyelids droop, those plump lips parting slightly as she fights off the urge to doze against him. Maiden shifts position unconsciously, wriggling until she's half-laying across his lap, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck.