«I-I don't want to... I don't want to believe we have to move again... aaah... damn it, it's only been four months since the last time... is this really the life waiting for us? R-Running... and changing everything over and over...? This sucks...» Rika mutters, her voice low and heavy with resigned sadness — though partly stifled by pleasure.
It's been three days since the devastating battle with Drakhul, which left the house barely habitable — it's a miracle the walls are still standing.
Hakuto lies naked on the bed.
His body aches from the blows he took. Rika, just as bare, sits on top of him, also bruised and battered — his hard erection inside her.
But it's not sex.
With Hakuto lying beneath her, and her staying still with him inside, it feels more like therapy than anything sensual.
She doesn't move her hips.
Neither of them could, even if they wanted to — the pain is still too much.
Just staying like this calms her.
It eases both her body and her heart.
