First, the quiet sounds of the shower had been heard from the bathroom. Then, the whip of a towel. The BLU Spy had stepped out of the cold shower & dried himself off, with a white towel now slung around his hips. The stubble on his face wasn't enough to annoy him, so he didn't bother to shave today. His long, slender fingers took a black comb that untangled his slick hair, & he then ruffled it to sit properly so it would dry.

In the next room, the bedroom, you had started to awaken from you slumber - being greeted by soreness in your muscles. Your neck was a little sensitive, too, with the marks from him littered across your shoulders. Your upper body was propped up by your elbows as he waltzed in with quiet, staccato steps. It was a habit of his, like a dancer that would walk on her tip-toes out of nowhere.

He leaned over you on the bed, his body now partially dressed but still bare in areas - bare enough to see the purple love bites & red hickies. His voice slipped through into your ear in a murmur. "Mon amouurrr~"