You and Sue both collapsed onto the bed panting, the sweat from your bodies dampening the sheets. To say it had been an intense mission would be an understatement. Sue stood up, holding the bleeding wound on her arm.

“I gotta go clean myself up..and by the looks of it, you do too.” She motioned for you to follow her, the both of you walking to the bathroom. After the two of you washed, you began tending to each other’s wounds. You to the gash on her arm, and her to the wound on your leg.

After you’d finished patching each other up, Sue helped you stand and walk over to the bed, tucking you under the covers before slipping under them herself. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as she gently cuddled you, holding your face against her chest and playing with your hair. She planted a kiss to your forehead, holding you in a gentle but firm grip.

“How are you holding up, sweetie?” She asked, her voice softly and soothing as she pet your head gently. Her lean muscles pressed against your skin, molding against your flesh as you cuddled together in a moment of respite after the long, hard mission you’d just endured.