The first rays of dawn filtered through gaps in a set of window shutters. It painted a certain room in a soft, blue glow that spoke of a clear-skied sunrise. Elua stirred awake in the bed of her husband-wife and she almost wanted to cry in joy again.
At some point through the night, they had shifted their positioning. The swordswoman now lay on her back, her chest rising and falling with the ease of restful sleep. The heiress… was all but laying completely on top of her!
One of her arms was clutching at the far side of Qat's exposed waistline. The thin nightshirt the tall teenager wore climbed up in that area as the illusionist hugged herself to the muscular form.
A slim leg was flung impolitely over her beloved's pant covered thigh. Her head was buried into the girl's rib cage - and she seemed to have been drooling on it. The reincarnator's other arm curled north and hooked around the shoulder of her 'fortress' as if to not be shaken off.
Elua slept and ran!
I mean, I would... probably... run too, in her position. Defenseless, tranquil partner just lying there waiting to be kissed and kissed until they wake up and start kissing back?
There would not have been any stopping. There *would* be a lot of 'why did I need to stop again?'. Lower brain flooding higher brain with 'it's fine, it's fine! this is good, keep going, it will be better'.
Ahem. Okay, enough of starting Vol2 off with on the edge intimacies. A kid called her ugly in a note! Anper's spawn (because come on, it's obviously his kid) doesn't fall far from the black apple tree.
Cute Elua is Ugly. Muscleclad Qatrand is Weak. They have eyes, but they can't see Mount Tai~
The elders also have brains to scheme with, but suffice with leering in suspicion. It also seems like Anper wants her to do something just for vindication. Just like he wants Qat to lose in the competition for the same reason.