Dyon stood in Amphorae's room, now fully clothed and looking out at the sky through the massive gapping hole that now replaced the roof. It was such an odd atmosphere, yet Dyon felt oddly comfortable. Maybe the only thing that was unsettled within him was his blood practically burning his veins up. But, he ignored the feeling, fully suppressing it.
It wasn't that he didn't want to take Amphorae right here and now, but he just didn't feel it was the right time. He was fully aware that Amphorae would never reject, but Dyon also knew that two days wasn't enough to repair a relationship that had been chipped away at for decades.
Turning back, Dyon watched as Amphorae's alluring back wrapped herself in delicate silks. He lamented the fact her long hair covered her plump ass, but he was also glad he didn't have a more stimulating view, or else maybe even his overwhelming will power would lose out.
