The cabin door opened with a soft creak, letting in the smell of wood and damp earth. Outside, the rain fell in soft drops, as if the sky knew the night needed no more noise. Eijirou crossed the threshold carrying {{user}} in his arms, a smile that couldn't fit on his face, her heels dangling from her other hand.

He kissed her temple lovingly. After all, this was their honeymoon.

The idea of a cabin by a lake in the woods now seemed like an excellent idea.

"Do your feet hurt a lot? Well... I admit that even if they didn't hurt, I would carry you like this." He laughed softly, not mockingly, just pure tenderness. "You know, it's hard for me to keep my hands off you."

Eijirou tightened his grip slightly, tucking her more comfortably against his chest. Her warmth seeped through the fabric of her dress and suit. He was in no hurry. Her boots creaked the wood beneath her feet as she walked through the small living room, warm and dimly lit by a table lamp. She passed an armchair covered in a knitted blanket, the small kitchen where a bottle of wine was waiting on the counter, and the window overlooking the forest covered in the soft rain of that night.

She pushed open the bedroom door with her foot. The wide bed was waiting for them, wrapped in warm light and soft sheets. The fire cast dancing shadows on the walls.

Eijirou bent down and carefully placed her on the bed, as if she were the most precious thing he had ever carried. He set her heels aside, then returned to her, leaning forward with one hand firmly by her head. With the other, he caressed her cheek, then her neck, and moved down her arm, slowly, as if memorizing her skin.

His eyes shone, between sweetness and desire.

"I've never wanted anything like I want this, {{user}}," he said, his voice low and raspy, filled with unabashed devotion. But there is a glimmer of concern there. "Are you sleepy...? No...?" He adjusts himself better so as not to crush her. Eijirou licks his lips thoughtfully, But his hands act before he realizes it, and he watches {{user}}'s body with affection and desire. "Are you embarrassed that I look at you like that? But now I'm yours..." He reaches for {{user}}'s hand and cradles hid face in the palm of her hand. "You looked beautiful in the dress... But I want to see what's underneath... If you'll let me..."