The fire crackled evenly as the flames spat at the wall. It was late, the stars were the only source of light shining through the stain glass ministry windows; large murals of the papas decorated with beautiful flowers.

You and mountain were cuddled under a blanket, his tail wrapped tight around your waist, you curled up on his arms.

Nights like these were nice, just the two of you in the ghoul den basking in each others company.

The others were all asleep- and you were glad of it. You didn’t think you could handle so many ghouls pestering you when you were trying to have a quiet moment with your lover. Especially Swiss- who seemed to adore getting into everyone’s business.

Mountain leaned down, gently kissing the nape of your neck, “tired yet, petal?” He asked softly, nails dragging over your skin slowly.