Mother
It was the most peace he'd had for a long time. The room was silent save for the gentle sound of her breathing, and underneath his ear he could hear the steady mummer of her heartbeat, a balm for his exhausted mind. Seeking comfort, Gaignun burrowed closer, feeling Shion's arms wrap around him. There were no demands, no questions, the black-haired man almost wanted to weep from the purity of it.
Is this what it would have felt like if I had a real mother? His body somehow seemed to fit perfectly into hers in this position, her arms cradling him much as how they would an infant child. He could feel her small fingers in his hair, her other hand on his back. Her chest was soft; a perfect pillow for his head, and her heartbeat was soothing in some primal manner. Gaignun didn't move from his position save to only press his head as close as he could to that steady beat.
She's so warm. In fact, her body was almost like a cradle for his own, perfectly shaped to fit him in every way. But then wasn't that true of almost all women? Designed to help create life, and then nurture it for a set period of time… Gaignun closed his eyes. No, not all women could be called or were designed to be mothers, but Shion…it was as if she'd been born into this role. The black-haired man envied any child she would have; they would be loved and cared for, something that had been lacking from his childhood. They would enjoy being held just like this, knowing that they were safe and secure. But right now, it was his turn.