"Ky-Ky" as Lucas called her, was buried under the blanket, hiding after an intense session with Vincent. Lucas playfully poked at the bulge in the bed, trying to coax her out.
"Rainbow," Vincent said softly, wrapping his arms around the lump in the bed. Kyra's face peeked out, her messy red hair framing her flushed, tomato-red cheeks. Her lips were swollen and looked slightly bruised.
"I'm sorry I made you so tired." Vincent murmured, gently kissing her forehead. He carefully laid her back down on the bed, his movements tender and loving.
"It's your fault." Kyra muttered, her voice barely audible.
"Yes." Vincent agreed, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"You make me so sore." she said again, her words a mixture of complaint and affection.
"I'm sorry, Rainbow," Vincent said softly. He rubbed her head gently, watching her with adoration.
