I don't want my OTP, Ash and Shermie, to be beaten out in the competition. This just slightly tries to bump it out, at the detriment of it being a little bit degenerate...
He always loved how he woke up in the morning...
Chris didn't need to see the glint in her hidden eyes to know Shermie was forever-warm to him from the first hour of his day to the last.
"Did you sleep well...?" Her body was slumped partially atop his – and may have been since the last night – and her hand was on his chest with an almost-electric touch...
It didn't matter just what the difference was between one and the other; a position one like Chris wouldn't want to be broken up too soon, unless you also had a partner you too had a companionship with – like Yashiro, who had the tendency to lead.
"Don't get too comfortable," the strong-armed Nanakase family member said. "We've got places to be."
As though taking it as a hint, Shermie knew she had to eventually get up and on her merry way – but Chris knew it wasn't going to be the last of their intimate connection for the day.
Maybe it was because of his status as being in the 'younger side of the pool' that he was often given such attention from the French redhead – especially compared to the strong-bodied third-man of the 'New Faces'.
He didn't deny the appeal he carried.
He never did – never would from 'new life' to 'old death'.
Even as the weather turned cold, he always found warmth with her when needed, throughout the day.
It was another day, another gig. The outskirts of Southtown were nothing he was ever accustomed to.
He often wished he was back in Europe, back in touch with its nature and his own soul.
Chris didn't feel too welcome in the types of nightclubs the 'CYS' band visited – not at all within his legal reach, the thick rancid scents of the alcohol.
Before, during and after the travels, the band had their fair share of hecklers. Most of the time, the reckless harassment was from those who didn't at all accept CYS' odd sort of aura outside of the realm of what they called 'rock' or the subtly unnerving lyrical nature behind the seemingly optimistic music.
Other times, it was wolf-whistlers who were there to simply oogle over Shermie – it was no surprise she was the most quote-unquote 'popular' of the trio through these travels, even though she was often the furthest in the background in the instrumental collective.
One time, Chris found himself eyeing one of those grizzled punks after they partook in a couple drinks too many – that poor excuse of a man shamelessly wrapped an arm around Shermie's hips as she sat at the bar, and he tried to 'express his feelings' through the bulge bursting against the surface of acid-washed jeans.
One unflinching stare from Chris was enough for him to course the flames of the 'other god' through his eyes and into a bursting explosion in the intruding punk's drink that knocked the eyebrows off the scraggly bastard.
The bartender on the other side thought poor choices were made in the form of a lighter being dropped into that drink – like a person of such mental blindness would think.
Shermie knew exactly what happened, though – and she was personally better knowing it; it was who she knew that she treasured more than going against those she didn't.
"You never cease to impress..."
She never hesitated to run a hand through Chris's bobcut and hug him even in the lowest of lights. They felt complete comfort in each other's touch.
It was a lively tingle through Chris's body to be so closer. There was no stopping him or her from getting even closer, either...
And every night opened himself and those he loved to nothing but absolute privacy.
Each grasp through the morning and afternoon felt tighter than the last, and only in the evening was there ever a chance for their collective touch to peak.
As dark fell over their latest destination, it only got brighter within as they kept their true feelings behind locked doors.
And in a way, it felt – and sounded – quite thunderous.
Thump... thump... thump... thump... thump...!
"Hmhmhm~ I can feel you getting stronger already..."
"Ngh... S-Shermie~...! I wouldn't want to... h-hold back against you...!"
"Mmmm, magnifique~... that's the type of stuff I wanna feel outta you..."
Shermie was… very open to giving her body to her close-knit 'family', if it meant keeping them connected as much as possible and ensuring they were giving their all to the cause. She took on one of either of her bandmates in a shift from day to day – a hard-hitting session that left parts of her numb thanks to Yashiro's natural power, followed by the next day with something that allowed her more strength atop Chris' young, growing body.
Much like how it would prove a stress-reliever for the white-maned Nanakase, it did away with any tension Chris could've potentially had from the past hours leading up. If it wasn't for this, the inner nightmare within him could've escaped if one was to provoke him like the strangers tend to.
He let her have his isolation, his 'absence of faith', all for another chance to enjoy her body in even the dirtiest of ways...
Up until the bursting point...
Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap...!
"S-Shermie, I'm... c-cah—!"
Thud...! ... thurp~...
As motion completely halted between them, Shermie could feel the tightening grasp of Chris's burning hand against her thighs... and a lot more warmth flowing through her insides.
"Oh...? Oh, wow~... it feels like you came a lot..."
Chris couldn't even bear to form a response on his tongue – all his energy fell into her at a moment's notice and all he could do was pant and gasp for the air that briefly fell out of him, as he rolled onto the square of his back.
For the rest of the night, after releasing his true 'feelings' into the lovely dame, he could barely feel the lower half of his body as he laid and slept.
Whenever the sun came up, and he opened his eyes to sunlight beside Shermie... it felt like a day restarted.
A new day of love and gain, for the betterment of their beholder.
"Did you sleep well...?"