So, it's been awhile since I wrote anything. I've had ideas, but not the inspiration to write stuff down and work on a story. Maybe this will break me out of this funk.
Daiyu couldn't sleep. She was tired, fuck she was exhausted, but sleep was not happening in her current state of mind. The fight into the heart of the Walled City, the confrontation with the Yama King, sending her back to her own dimension on sheer nerve. She hadn't really expected to survive, let alone win and get everyone back out in one piece. Everyone else had gone to bed after a quick dinner, despite Daiyu's best effort to keep them up, mostly for her own benefit. She needed a distraction, she needed to decompress, she needed...
A noise from below got her attention. It wasn't loud, but it was definitely some of Racter's equipment. He was awake too. Well shit. She hoisted herself out of her bunk, shoved her feet in her boots and headed below.
Kochei had taken a beating from the Demon Goddess. Several of his legs were bent, one completely off, his armor was cracked in several places and one of his arms was bent in a way it was never meant to go. Still, Racter was pleased with his drone's performance and was busy repairing him when Daiyu came down the stairs.
"Can't sleep either my friend," he said without looking up at her.
"Too wound up with the surprise of being alive?" she asked sidling up to him.
He chuckled around his cigarette, still focusing on his work. "That is it exactly," he replied, "I was hoping this would serve to distract me."
"Has it?"
"Not really," he sighed, putting down his tools and finally facing her. "Do you have any ideas?"
"Yes, yes I do."
A couple of hours later she rolled off him with a huff of satisfaction and stretched out next to him in his bunk. For a few moments they both lay there, trying to catch their breath and coming down from the high of orgasm. Racter then leaned over the side of the bed and fished out one of his cigarettes, which he lit and took a few drags on before offering it to her. She had never been a smoker, but took it gratefully.
"Oh yeah," she said, handing it back to him, "that hit the spot."