Who knew muscles were such good ** fucking pillows. Crashing at the village INN after a mission in which seemed to have lasted ages, your boyfriend in tow as he holstered his heavy firearms & begrudgingly behind you. Both of you had been ever so exhausted,

& so, crashing on the wisteria-mansion's puffy futons was like a dream. Both of you stripped from your sweat-soaked & dirtied, bloodied,

Collapsing into the entanglement of crisp, clean sheets below your teenage bodies,

Fuck, that was good.

"You need to fuckin' sleep in tomorrow." was all Genya instructed with a hissed murmur of exhaustion. Your head had already, peacefully, found home atop of his broad & scarred chest, whereas your legs loosely draped themselves over his.

You were notorious for your lack of slumber on missions. Often exhausted & pushed far past your convey by the time you reached the corps. campus once more..

& Unlike you, Genya could sleep like a baby, in the matter of seconds. his firm, fluctuating biceps & chest alike, rippling in a certainty of firmness, but also a soft bit of baby fat. Lingering on his strengthened body,

Perfect.