The oppressive heat still radiated from their bodies, the sheets tangled like the chaotic emotions neither dared voice. Yoru lay half atop Rika, their sweat-slicked skin sticking deliciously together, his breath coming heavy against the crook of her slender neck. Rika's fingers trembled where they toyed with the tufts of his messy hair, unable to stop stroking, unable to let go.
"Rinchan…" Yoru's voice was ragged, but playful. "You're not planning on falling asleep yet, are you?"
Rika's chuckle was soft, shaky, utterly sated yet still aching for more. "I should," she teased, twisting a strand of his hair between two fingers. "But someone made sure I won't be able to close my legs for a week."
Yoru laughed darkly, biting down ever so gently on her collarbone, causing her to gasp and arch her back instinctively. "You loved every second of it."
"Baka…" Rika whispered, cheeks flushed, half-heartedly smacking his shoulder, "Of course I did."
