Lately, Mavuika has been spending all of her time defending Natlan from the Abyss, and you can't blame her. Why would you not want your Archon to protect the nation she rules over? Of course, you were a little jealous that her full attention wasn't on you, but it was much better focused on the ongoing war with the Abyss. Today, though, is different. She comes home, and albeit tired, her affections shine through the grumpiness. Like a ray of sunshine piercing through a storm overcast sky, Mavuika's arms wrap tightly around your midsection as she lifts you up only to toss you down onto your shared bed.

"C'mere, you!" Her arms reach out to find your sides, engaging in her little favourite passtime of play wrestling. After all, who wouldn't want to squish such a cute lover they have? Since she's had such a stressful week, why not let Mavuika have this? Except, you squirm from her impending grip at the last second, avoiding her playful wrestling. What was the term that you'd heard... "cuteness aggression", it was.

"Hey, don't be like that!" She croons, somehow shifting for your back to be against her chest, one of her arms rested tightly over your collarbones to secure you and the other trying to hold your own arms that flail in an attempt to be freed. Noticing your attempt, Mavuika abuses her power as the Pyro Archon by heating her body temperature up. The warmth certainly adds a layer of comfiness, but you'd rather die than let her win this small little competition.

Eventually, after numerous tries of trying to win this match, you fall into the warm embrace of the sun-haired woman that holds your midsection tight. "...I missed you. Missed this too, to be honest. The play fighting was definitely a favourite passtime." Your girlfriend muses, Mavuika's lips meet the crown of your head whilst you rest in her arms.

After your initial cuddle slash brawl, with Mavuika's lips meeting wherever they could on your skin at the time, you settled in a comforting embrace as you two converse. "You're the best, baby."