Moonlight basked through blinders into the void of a room. Slowly, the stirring of blankets were heard, slowly turning and swishing about in confusion.
Two white optics stretched their coverings out slowly and blinked quizzically, the sight above them being a ceiling with a fan quietly circulating air throughout the room.
Well, guess Maya was back at HQ.
Groans erupted from her throat and she stretched out, her body still feeling a tad damp. It took her a second or so to remember the events that happened before they returned home.
...Wait. How did she get here-?
Sitting up with slight pops crinkling across her back, her arms stretched out full-length above her head with a satisfying moan.
The room was almost pitch black, but she could easily fix that. Laying down on her side, she took a moment to realize there was a huge gap of time between her tickle assault at Hayter's Folly to being transported to Sanctuary. She could only list one way in which that was possible...
Focusing, she took a deep breath and let energy flow through her arm, lighting up her wrist. She looked over and flinched suddenly.
A masked Krieg revealed to be leaning on her bedside- just his head. The rest of him draped on the floor lazily, gentle breaths pushing out of him. He was fast asleep.
Lighting up the area around her more, she scrambled quietly to get on her knees. She itched at her opposite shoulder and felt oddly exposed and wet as she crouched, but she shrugged it off, too much in awe at the sleeping giant at her bedside.
Krieg had carried her back presumably. And with that he wasted no time to tuck her into bed and make sure she was okay. That is- until sleep grabbed him. His closed eye twitched through his mask as the siren stirred; the vibrant blue stripe still dashed down his skull and past the said eye, not seemingly faded at all. As Maya carefully swung herself up again and raised her arm, it seemed that all the markings were still there, all the way to his feet- she could even see halfway down his leg due to his pants being low again.
She smiled. Should she wake the giant? She leant back against the wall and watched his body slowly rise and fall with every sleepy breath. His head still lay elevated with her mattress, chin resting on her sheets. She wiped her face with a bare palm as it itched further; nothing big she reckoned. The water must tickle her or something.
...Why not.
Carefully, she reached over with her illuminated arm and brushed the top of Krieg's shaved head with her thumb, just to see his reaction.
He stirred lightly and gutturally purred.
Surprised, Maya tried it again, with her whole hand this time. She felt around his temples and rubbed gently, feeling around to the buckle at the back of his head and stopping. Would he get mad if she tried?
The guttural chuffs turned into groans of awakening as the psycho's body curled inwards, his head slowly lifting from its spot. A golden iris appeared as his visible eye opened, pupil dilating to adjust to her blue light. He seemed a tad alert that he had fallen asleep during his 'watch', his shoulders shooting up in slight embarrassment but easing immediately. He gave off a tiny grunt in frustration of how he let exhaustion take him from guarding his pretty lady.
Her gentle touch dragged his anxiety away as his head was massaged. He closed his eyes and gripped the bedside with both hands as she continued, not even making any hostile moves when the mask buckle was undone. He let it slide from his face and roll to the floor, letting Maya have full view of Krieg's pleasured and sleepy expression.
"Thanks a lot, friend," she'd whisper his way, one of his eyes lazily opening to aim up at her. Very generous for bringing her back to Sanctuary and not getting distracted, heading straight to bed. No questions asked. She always knew that if it was anyone else they'd be thrown to the floor and he'd run off to kill something.
His chin rested on the sheets again, the muscles in his cheeks relaxing his painted face. It was hard to tell the time, but it was definitely late. His body seemed to slump under him again and his hands barely hung onto Maya's bedside.
She had never seen Krieg feel so much...peace. The thought of her being the cause warmed her inside.
...I trust him.
Maya's thoughts raced and came to a conclusion. Dimming her energy a tad she reached with her other arm to pull on one of his hands, his optics opening in surprise. His eyelids were heavy and he couldn't hold them open for long, however.
With whatever energy was left in him he gently enveloped his hand around Maya's glowy arm and pulled himself up, struggling but succeeding with her help.
The hulking psycho dragged his painted body up and over her mattress, carefully positioning himself on the creaky bed beside his gorgeous siren. The look on his face was slightly twisted into that of 'are you sure about this' kind of worry and his hands shivered, but all of his doubts went away as Maya traced the vibrant blue stripe going down his skull with a soft finger. Her finger stopped at his scarred lips and his nervous breathing hushed. The anxious psycho let out a small sigh and smiled softly, dragging one of his fingers down Maya's face in an odd, almost planned-out pattern down to her chin. She let out a single giggle.
The dim blue that cast onto the two slowly faded from her arm, and the room was black. Only the gentle ruffling of sheets as Krieg curled himself around her could be heard. His shaky hands gently curled around Maya's shoulders and pulled her close.
Without another word, the two were rocked to sleep.
[CONTINUE]
