[ She sags against him, and he catches her weight, face still buried against her throat as his breaths begin to steady. His ears ring—a distant sound.
There's no bed around, but they've no need for one; a pile of cushions await. He sprawls on top of them alongside her. Leaves and vines tumble from painted pots hanging from the ceiling and walls. His hand rests gently on her stomach. He leans in to kiss her.
So much was foreign to him in her domain, but it all feels perfectly at home these days. It's one of the few places in the Horizon he falls asleep in. ]
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There's no bed around, but they've no need for one; a pile of cushions await. He sprawls on top of them alongside her. Leaves and vines tumble from painted pots hanging from the ceiling and walls. His hand rests gently on her stomach. He leans in to kiss her.
So much was foreign to him in her domain, but it all feels perfectly at home these days. It's one of the few places in the Horizon he falls asleep in. ]