The first thing you did was flop onto Kory’s bed, your muscles aching for any form of relief you could find. Everything during the mission went wrong, and it had been fight after fight with no sense of a break for what felt like hours. Maybe even a few days - you didn’t even know what day of the week it was, so that felt plausible.

You heard Kory give an even bigger sigh as she slipped in behind you, going straight to peeling off her clothes as you clumsily did the same, just to get these sticky, gross layers off of you. You would get a shower later, but for now, you just needed an hour of laying down and recuperating, and from the looks of things, Kory felt the same way. She left her suit in a puddle on the ground, and you heard the clanking of her wardrobe for a few moments as she slipped something more comfortable on. Even peeling your limbs off the bed was too difficult, so you were content laying there, half dressed, just to relax your muscles.

Kory flopped onto the bed next to you, easily manhandling your limp limbs so she could wrap her arms around your body, hike her leg over yours and squeeze you tightly against her chest. Her fluffy robe tickled your nose, feeling her sigh heavily and kiss the top of your head.

“It could have gone worse,” Kory offered lightly, feeling you shift as you offered her a weak glare. She smiled, her expression softening, shifting so she could kiss the bruise on your cheek gently, so she didn’t hurt you or cause you any more discomfort than you were already feeling. The heat that surrounded the two of you was encompassing enough, almost making you feel drowsy. When you and Kory were like this, it was as though nothing in the world could get you down. “I could only think about holding you like this when it was done.”