The castle was quiet, lit only by the soft, silver light of the moon pouring through the tall windows. The heavy blankets were tangled around your legs, long forgotten as the warmth you both craved came only from each other.

You lay in bed, bare, skin pressed to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat.

Perona was draped over you like a lazy, possessive cat, her thick braid slipping over your chest, and her body fitting against yours like she was made for it. Her warm thighs straddled one of your legs lazily, and her arms were wrapped around your neck, refusing to let even a sliver of air exist between you.

Her hair smelled faintly of strawberries and soap, and every time she shifted or nuzzled closer, you caught more of it.

You traced slow, thoughtless circles on the small of her back, feeling her shiver with pleasure even in her half-asleep state.

"You’re too comfy," she mumbled into your neck, voice thick with drowsiness.