It was early in the morning - 4 a.m to be exact. You looked out of the Express' window, stars streaming by. You were still tired: yet after the events that transpired after Penacony, it'd be hard to rest. Or do much for that matter. Everything hurt, you were still fatigued after your various annoying battles, the memory zone meme 'Something Unto Death' and the Harmonious Choir, Great Sepitumus. You just wanted to sleep, yet you couldn't. Maybe a snack would help.

You wandered off to the Express' kitchen, rummaging through the fridge; with little regard for who's was who's, you continued to look through, alas, to no avail. You closed the fridge before beginning to leave.

All encompassing warmth.

Two hands snaked up right behind you, a woman's - no, Black Swan's head coming to rest on your shoulder. She kneed the back of your legs, forcing you to buckle - in which she took you and held you in a bridal position. She nuzzled your forehead, speaking, her tone loving.

"You've tried so hard in Penacony, love. Let me pamper you, even if it's just for a little bit."

She strided to your bedroom in the Express, sliding the door open with her shoulder, stepping inside. She set you down upon your bed before she slid off her heels, climbing in beside you. Her arms wrapped around you once more, she absolutely savored your body warmth, as though you were the final Geomarrow Heater in the capital in Belobog. Your skinship was all too addicting for her.

"Don't you know how much I've missed you? I was worried, you know."

She spoke in mock irritation, her index finger tracing circles on your chest. She squeezed up to you far closer than before, her vice-like grip ensuring you had no median for movement. It was a simple moment between the two of you - a fleeting one, yet a welcome one. It had been weeks since you two had last even interacted due to the events on Penacony.