Third Rainbow
Together
Disclaimer: Persona 3 (c) Atlus
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His calloused hand strokes her face softly as they lay.
She slept quietly, her maroon hair curling around her face delicately and tickling her neck lightly. He can see her nail polish glint in the darkness from the moonlight cascading into the room.
He moves closer, wrapping his arms around her thin waist, holding her against his body, enjoying the feeling of her skin against his. She sighs quietly, moving against him, but he cringes suddenly, biting his lip to stifle a groan. A small alert like that causes her to awaken, her hands automatically flying to the spot that caused his pain.
Her gentle hands brushes his chest, his hardened abs from years of training, but finally, they stop on his abdomen, where he has earned a new bruise from his latest match. She, of course, hadn’t been able to attend; the family business had pulled her away.
“Have you been treating this?” she asks, looking into his silver eyes with concern. He doesn’t answer and that’s all the answer she needs. Crawling from under the covers, her bare skin glows in the moonlight as she grabs a robe, wrapping it around her nude form before she disappears.
He sits up with a small sigh and removes the bedding from his body, scratching his silver hair as he looks down. Even in the night, he can make out the angry black and blue mark on his stomach. It’s one mark that will fade away, unlike the glaring scar still on his shoulder from years ago, back when the Dark Hour was still around.
The room door opens and he watches as his wife returns, an ice pack in her hands as she approaches. He doesn’t move as she kneels next to him, placing the ice pack on his tender bruise. Immediately, he recoils at the chill, but stays still as best he can. Her hands are firm as they hold the pack in place, tending to his injury. This is a rare moment he misses too, her gentle hands healing his wounds.
“You should’ve told me about it,” she whispers, not looking him in the eye, “It could’ve been taken care of sooner.”
“I didn’t want to worry you,” he replies quietly, but that earns one of her more famous glares. Rare again her glares, it has been a while since he’s seen one since they’re used on her employees more as of late.
His bruise is numb, the pain deadened finally and she removes the pack, planting a kiss on the bruise. She raises her head, capturing his lips in a compassionate and heated kiss, her hands resting on his shoulders. He wraps his arms around her again, pulling her close once more. The robe starts to slip and soon it falls to the ground.
They return to bed, their naked bodies close again, knowing soon that they would have to part once again soon for their jobs, but until then, he enjoys the rarest moments, this one where they’re together, expressing their love through mingled breaths and soft cries of pleasure.
Disclaimer: Persona 3 (c) Atlus
oOoOoOo
His calloused hand strokes her face softly as they lay.
She slept quietly, her maroon hair curling around her face delicately and tickling her neck lightly. He can see her nail polish glint in the darkness from the moonlight cascading into the room.
He moves closer, wrapping his arms around her thin waist, holding her against his body, enjoying the feeling of her skin against his. She sighs quietly, moving against him, but he cringes suddenly, biting his lip to stifle a groan. A small alert like that causes her to awaken, her hands automatically flying to the spot that caused his pain.
Her gentle hands brushes his chest, his hardened abs from years of training, but finally, they stop on his abdomen, where he has earned a new bruise from his latest match. She, of course, hadn’t been able to attend; the family business had pulled her away.
“Have you been treating this?” she asks, looking into his silver eyes with concern. He doesn’t answer and that’s all the answer she needs. Crawling from under the covers, her bare skin glows in the moonlight as she grabs a robe, wrapping it around her nude form before she disappears.
He sits up with a small sigh and removes the bedding from his body, scratching his silver hair as he looks down. Even in the night, he can make out the angry black and blue mark on his stomach. It’s one mark that will fade away, unlike the glaring scar still on his shoulder from years ago, back when the Dark Hour was still around.
The room door opens and he watches as his wife returns, an ice pack in her hands as she approaches. He doesn’t move as she kneels next to him, placing the ice pack on his tender bruise. Immediately, he recoils at the chill, but stays still as best he can. Her hands are firm as they hold the pack in place, tending to his injury. This is a rare moment he misses too, her gentle hands healing his wounds.
“You should’ve told me about it,” she whispers, not looking him in the eye, “It could’ve been taken care of sooner.”
“I didn’t want to worry you,” he replies quietly, but that earns one of her more famous glares. Rare again her glares, it has been a while since he’s seen one since they’re used on her employees more as of late.
His bruise is numb, the pain deadened finally and she removes the pack, planting a kiss on the bruise. She raises her head, capturing his lips in a compassionate and heated kiss, her hands resting on his shoulders. He wraps his arms around her again, pulling her close once more. The robe starts to slip and soon it falls to the ground.
They return to bed, their naked bodies close again, knowing soon that they would have to part once again soon for their jobs, but until then, he enjoys the rarest moments, this one where they’re together, expressing their love through mingled breaths and soft cries of pleasure.