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Shin breathes deeply, stirring against the light that streams through the curtains and hits the Colonel's bed. The first thing he registers is the softness of the sheets and Lena. So much of Lena. Her body was closely molded to his, her hair tickling his face, her sweet floral scent. The shape of Lena's lips curl on his upper arm, on which she comfortably lays her head. Shin's other arm, slung over her waist, grips her firmly closer to him.
"Slept well?"
Her voice is hoarse, a bit tired.
"Very."
He's never been much of a morning person, and sleeping next to Lena seems to be as effective as downing a high dose of sleep medicine. He much preferred waking up next to her to waking up alone in his bed or some infirmary. If Lena's presence calms him down enough for Shin to sleep comfortably, Shin keeps her tied to the bed, away from work. The morning after their return from an operation does not always offer him such a peaceful awakening. His battle injuries were minimal this time, and although his body still feels sore from piloting a Juggernaut for too long a few days ago, Shin finds he has nothing of note to complain about.
He feels as if he's still dreaming, his eyes closed, his consciousness neither rooted in reality nor sleep, as time slips away. The feeling of their bodies so closely together is nothing short of blissful. With the Legion's advance, ever more challenging to deal with, the time they're able to spend with each other has decreased by a significant amount. Shin doesn't mind that his arm and shoulders ache from being used as a pillow for Lena all night long. He welcomes even the early morning chill hitting his back, uncovered after Lena hogged all the blankets to herself somewhere during the night.
He pushes a strand of her hair behind her ears, and there's the slightest hint of pink rising on her neck as he nuzzles his nose where her floral scent is the most fragrant. Lena is angelic when she's just woken up, all softness, warmth, and sunlight glow. He'd missed touching her. Their bodies weighed so heavily with exhaustion that they couldn't manage more than making a few promises to each other before falling asleep.
"Shin…"
His name, which always sounded off to him, is beautiful when she says it. His hand follows the curve of her waist and her hips, free of any fabrics. Her skin warms up under his touch. A soft moan comes from her throat when he traces a path up her stomach and her ribs, stopping to cup the swell of her breasts. She seems content to have him explore her body as he wishes, and Shin has each part mapped out by this point, knows how to draw out her pretty silver bell voice like he'd often daydream about.
One of her breasts weighs heavily on his hand. He squeezes it before twirling a pink nipple between his fingers. Lena is delightfully sensitive, reacting well to each bit of attention he lavishes upon her chest and to the contact of his lips and tongue on the curve of her shoulders.
The room is silent save for her sweet sounds and Shin's quiet breathing.
He is in no rush to have her reach a climax, even if Lena arches back into him from time to time and reminds him of his pressing need. But he's never been one to deny her requests, even some of the most unreasonable ones.
When Lena begs him sweetly—please, Shin, please, I need—with a voice so small he can only make out parts of her request, he decides to touch her where she wants him most.
Her legs fall open at the feeling of his hand making a familiar path down her stomach. Shin bends one of her knees and raises it slightly, making space for his free hand to slip between her thighs and dip into the wetness of her folds. She must still be tired, so Shin is more careful with her than usual, dragging his fingers along her slit and teasing her bud until she's dazed from the stimulation, her wetness dripping from between his fingers and coating the bed.
"Feels good?"
"Y-yes. You—you always make me feel good, Shin—so good…"
Lena rocks back against his hardness when he finally enters her with his fingers. The sensation is just right. Shin grits his teeth. Not now. He latches his mouth on the dip of her shoulders as he pumps two curled fingers in and out of her cunt. Lena lets out a small cry when his thumb presses down her clit. Her body tenses around his fingers, then relaxes. She watches him with bleary eyes and cheeks red with embarrassment and pleasure as he licks her wetness out of his fingers.
A long time ago, in what feels like an eternity, he would not have been comfortable being stared at like this, his body highlighted by the sunlight. His scars were bared for Lena—unblemished Lena, pure Lena—to see. She's seen him at his worst and loved him all the same, if not more, for it. Shin does not need to hide himself anymore. He peppers kisses over her body, gently, sweetly, enjoying the feel of her impossibly soft skin and of loving her and being loved in return.
"You can, um," Lena's sentence trails off. She gestures vaguely to his hardened member. "It looks painful."
"It's manageable."
It is. Shin has gone to bed unsatisfied many times. It's not much of a big deal. He knows these subside with time, and Lena must still be tired. She pouts in response before tugging him down and rolling up on top of him. A chuckle rumbles low in his throat.
"Greedy."
"...I guess I am."
She guides him into her with a concentrated frown on his face, making a small noise when the tip of him fills her entrance. There's a moment of pause when she's halfway down his cock, adjusting to his size. Shin gasps without a sound.
"You feel perfect, Lena."
Somehow, Lena's blush intensifies.
"Don't say such— oh… "
Lena sinks herself inch by inch until all of him feels all of her. She shifts around a bit, searching for an angle that's pleasant for them both. And she finds it. God, does she find it.
Unable to control himself, Shin bucks his hips into hers, and Lena squeaks in response. His hands ended up on her hips at some point. Lena's hands rest on top of his as they rock against each other in a languid yet steady rhythm.
Like that, they move together without a rush. If there's a world outside shouting for his attention, Shin has forgotten it, transfixed by the intensity of his love and his desire, by the view of Lena's breasts bouncing with each lift and descent of her hips, of her hair stuck to her forehead, of her lips softly parted as she gasps and pants.
Pleasure builds inside him earlier than anticipated. He feels as if his heart might burst from the view, her sounds, and her familiar heat. Overwhelmed, he closes his eyes as his mind shuts down, reduced only to Lena. He didn't mean to come so soon. Shin always makes sure Lena comes first, but the visual and physical stimulation, combined with the prolonged restraint he forced on himself, proved to be too much for him. Luckily for Shin, Lena follows him into a peak as he's still pumping the last of his seed into her, clenching around him like a vice.
For a few precious seconds, they basked in simultaneous pleasure, locking eyes with each other. Their high falls into a slow descent. Lena lifts herself out of him with a whine, and a trail of his cum slips down her thighs. She makes some stressed noise at the attention Shin gives to that move, hiding back into the crook of his neck after she returns to her side of the bed.
The bed itself feels uncomfortably moist. They need a shower. No, a bath. A long bath. Still, neither of them has made a move to face reality just yet.
Instead, Shin coaxes her into lazy, unhurried kisses, until they trail off into mere pecks. Lena nestles close to him. His back is properly covered with a blanket for now, though he knows it won't last long. It's not often that they have the leisure to get the day for themselves, and he believes it would not be an entire loss to spend his entire day here. As if his body allowed him to rest in her presence, his eyes peered closed.
"We have plans…"
Plans.
Why did they come up with those again?
Lena giggles. He said that out loud.
Ten minutes passed when they finally moved out of their beds. He gets an eyeful of Lena's chest as she stretches her arms over her head and averts his eyes to the ceiling before he ends up taking her to bed again.
"Come take a bath with me?"
"You're not going to hit me like last time?"
"Shin! That was—! You surprised me!"
Shin laughs. At that moment, Lena realizes she's being messed with.
"Jerk."
The bath is uneventful save for when shampoo falls on Shin's eyes, and he pretends to not be affected, only for Lena to point out that he's crying. He's not crying. She laughs when he tells her the real reason behind his tears. Later, Lena sits on the bed as Shin works on drying her hair. Idle conversation is exchanged. Anju sent a message, asking them to get tomatoes from the market. They're on sale, apparently. What are they going to eat at the new restaurant that opened in town? Frederica's birthday is coming up. What would she like?
Such mundane subjects are far from what Shin is used to talking about. He's even less used to saying the right things when Lena asks him which outfit he likes better.
"Lena looks good in everything."
"...You're no help."
She settles for a dress that reaches her ankles, the collar covered by a scarf. The weather is cold enough that it won't be an odd choice. Shin makes use of the clothes gifted to him by his grandfather, which are surprisingly suited to his tastes. He gives her a kiss that's supposed to be the last for the time being, and Lena pulls him into a second kiss, one that he knows will linger on the back of his mind for the rest of the day.
They don't end up in bed again, but it's a damn close call.