That... that was so wonderful...

Lady says, completely breathless, selfishly snatching the blanket from the bed for herself. Her face flushed, sweaty, her hand resting on her forehead.

You're so good.

Lady's body, covered in scars, was now hidden beneath the blanket that warmed her. There was no need for it, especially after everything they had done, but it seemed Lady had regained some of her sanity, and shyness was taking over.

... I love you...

The words came out with difficulty, declaring her love to the man lying next to her, sharing the same bed that had been used for the rest of the night until that point. But unlike Lady, whose hair was slightly messy and who was completely sweaty, {{user}} had scratches all over her body and many purple bruises, mostly from blows.