Part 1: Warmth

It's always hard to tell what you wake up to, but for Makoto Niijima that morning, it was probably the feeling of fluffy cotton bedsheets. She was still feeling sleepy and not sure she wanted to wake up yet. Her muscles were soft and relaxed, though, and she buried her head deeper into the pillow that smelled both clean and somewhat like Ren. She smiled instinctively, out of pure comfort, and took a peek at the world from between her eyelids.

Ren was there, shirtless, right next to her. He was leaning his head on his right hand. His smile was soft and sincere, and his blue eyes were half open, looking at her. He wasn't so much gazing at her as taking the sight of her in. She felt his adoration and his respect.

"You are beautiful when you sleep."

Makoto smiled, felt the pleasure of his words, closed her eyes for a bit, enjoyed the soft love in his voice.

"It's nice to see that smile the first thing when I open my eyes", she said. She held her eyes on his, let them wander a bit towards his hair and his lips and his neck, then came back. Ren's did the same.

"Come here", she said, and reached out for his head, crowned by jet black hair even more ruffled than usual. She sunk her fingers into the silken thicket and pulled him closer. They exchanged a warm kiss.

"You're so soft this morning, Mako-chan. Warm, too. And..." He buried his nose into her hair. "You smell nice." He caressed her hair with his face, turning this way and that, feeling it. "Mmm."

"Come closer, silly", she invited and helped him on top of her. "Lay there for a while."

"You're so warm! Mmmm."

"Then let me warm you up, too", she said, and started stroking his back with her hands. He was somewhat cooler, yes, but his skin was still soft from being cocooned in the bedsheets for the night. Slow, warm, gentle strokes, and the young man relaxed on top of her. She combed his hair with her fingers, stroked the back of the head, felt around the neck. No rush. When she felt that he liked a spot, she stayed for some time longer. Then she placed her left hand on his lower back. With the right one she draw small circles to where his neck met his head, and when she slowly expanded the movement, she started caressing his shoulders and shoulderblades. She examined the contours of his muscles, not entirely for his enjoyment only.

"I love you, Makoto." Slowly, softly.

"Shh. I love you, too. Let me..." As slow, as soft.

The boy rolled his head some, right next to hers. Makoto felt his smile on her ear. He also probably held some of her hair between his lips. Yeah, she felt a small pull. That was nice. She let him explore that, and nibble her ear, and the back of her ear. Small cuddles. His breath in her ear.

She realized her hand had stopped the probing, and stayed on his neck. The fingers sunk a bit deeper into his skin every time something he did felt good. A light grip, then loose, a light grip again. She moved her hand to some other place that pleased her, and light grip, loose, then light grip again. Yes, his shoulders and upper arms were right there for her to touch.

"Do you want me to touch you lower?"

"Yes, please."