After a few rounds of intense, passionate lovemaking, the room had finally settled into a warm, peaceful quiet. The sheets were tangled, a testament to the fervor that had consumed them both just minutes ago.
They had taken a bath together, washing away the sweat and the exertion, letting the warm water soothe their muscles and calm their racing hearts. There had been no words then, just the comfortable silence of two people who had long passed the need for constant conversation. Small touches. Shared glances. The simple intimacy of being together.
Now they lay in bed, the covers pulled up to their waists, the cool morning air from the open window brushing against their skin. Khione was nestled in Nero's arms, her head resting on his chest, her white hair spread across his skin like silk. Her ear was pressed against his heart, and she listened.
Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
