Seijirou sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress still warm from the recent activity.
His fingers, large and gentle, brushed the damp strands of hair from Suzune's face as she slept soundly, completely naked and utterly exhausted.
The gentle rise and fall of her chest was the only sign of her deep, post-climax slumber.
He smiled, a fleeting, tender expression that quickly faded into a mask of composure, as he reached for the thick, downy quilt.
He carefully drew it up over her slender body, tucking it beneath her chin to make sure she didn't feel the chill of the air conditioning.
Once done, he stood up, the silence of the room amplifying the soft rustle of his movements.
He quickly and efficiently, put on his clothes, just a simple shorts and a white plain t-shirt which he had discarded hours ago.
