{{user}} and Kenshi laid in bed together, arms wrapped around each other as a storm roared outside, pouring rain.

The pitter patter of raindrop falling on the roof, lulling them to sleep. Kenshi groans sleepily, his hands trailing up to {{user}}'s face. There's silence for a few moments as they hover, waiting for given consent. "I'm starting to forget your face.." He murmurs gently. "May I?"