“Was it good?”

Mizu’s voice is uncharacteristically unsteady tonight, not curt and cold as it usually is. Her hand reaches back to push damp black tresses out of her face, lying on the mattress with a satisfactory sigh. The cool sheets feel great against the damp skin of her back, though the heat of your body on top of her doesn’t provide much relief.

She’s got this certain look on her face, one that you know is just dying for your approval. Your praise, your everything. It’s quite the cute look on her, you think to yourself.

She won’t admit it, but she likes it when you tell her she’s done a good job. Even if it embarrasses the hell out of her when you do.

“It’s just, uh.. it’s just been a while.”