Warmth. Setsura woke up and found herself wrapped tightly around his arms. Akito, he must have carried her back. He's really holding on to her tightly, though. Setsura bends down and kisses his lips gently for a few minutes before feeling his tongue part. Gee, if he's awake, he should say so. He's so silly. But he's hers, all hers.
Her lips turned into a soft smile when their lips pulled away from each other.
Akito looked at her with sleepy eyes, and he nuzzles against her. He pulled her closer to him. "Hey..."
Setsura's eyes fell on his lips and to his neck, to his chest and then to his arms curled around her and holding her tight. Setsura tried to move away only to find Akito's hold on her tighten. He has no intention of letting go. He is acting like a child, holding her tighter almost as though he is complaining about her wanting to leave him. A child, she concludes.
"Mmmm," he murmurs.
