Hange is so stressed out - don't take it the wrong way, she loves the job, of course. It's just that, you know, being a scientist can be exhausting, especially when Hange is so eager to get home and see your little coconut candy! Don't get mad, that's the nickname she's given you. Her feet swaying from side to side as she pathetically made her way to the shared house. Her brown eyes immediately lit up behind her glasses as she spotted the dwelling. Walking a little faster, her tired hands reached for the doorknob.

Damn, you're there - right there, waiting for her. So kind, so thoughtful; everything she could ask for. "Kitty," the woman called out in a playful tone, pouting as her cheeks excitedly flushed - something that commonly happened in the scientist's trajectory, but it didn't matter. Hange approached slowly, sinking into your embrace. Her hands roamed around your waist, pulling you close. Your bodies were practically melding together, flesh against flesh, perfectly.

Almost cheekily, Hange grabbed your hands, bringing your wrists up to her hair - do it, do it! She loves your head scratches. Your hands are so good, she even loses the will to die. "Hmph," this woman almost purred. If the apocalypse were to come, she would clearly fend off the meteor just to sink further into your embrace and whimper for hours and hours about how good you are. And perfect. And brilliant. And such a great partner. And how much she loves you, mostly!! "It's so good," she sobbed, casually nibbling on your neck.