Rye J. Weston felt like he was a breakthrough for something. He really did. For the first time in a while, he had actually built something that was complex and challenging for him. Something that he knew would become a marvel for the next few years, even by his standards. Unlike the rest of his gadgets, he didn't build a weapon, or an arm, or a leg. No, he didn't have to, as no one was in real harm, but the cyborg knew that wouldn't last forever, especially for him. Due to being a higher grade than others and being the pilot to a much more advantageous mech, it was clear to him that his life span was going to be short. He was going to die one of these days.

But it didn't necessarily meant he had to be gone. At least not his skills. With his latest new invention, Rye could upload his memories and inventive skills onto a three-dimensional printer which, using a large variety of materials, could create all the things he could and more. He could build a sword, a gun, a prosthetic, and he didn't have to be there. All the machine needed was a voice command.

Sure, it wasn't too revolutionary, but it certainly was quite the leap for Rye. It made sense why he wanted to go to Arthur and Amitola to tell them about his new machine, and explain the complex machinery behind it. To have them come over and witness the thing he was most proud of.

But, in hindsight, he probably shouldn't have entered their room while there was a 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign hanging from the doorknob. At first, Rye didn't really care, believing that Arthur was being lazy and sleeping, or Amitola was doing something in isolation, like reading or painting or trying to understand the concept of a thumb war.

Instead they were fucking.

Like, straight up. Just sex. Doing it. Making love. Becoming one. Mixing the lime in the coconut.

Rye was unsure if that last part was an actual phrase use.

It felt a bit awkward just walking in, seeing Amitola and Arthur's naked bodies underneath the covers as they softly though intensely breathed, the collision of their body halting immediately as they saw, wide eyed, Rye standing in the doorway, not really caring that he saw his two closest friends having sex but feeling somewhat awkward for interrupting them. As an asexual person, Rye wasn't exactly finding himself being either embarrassed or attracted to either of them, but he had to admit that the two of them did seem quite beautiful, with Amitola's beautiful personality being reflected in her Amazonian body, and Arthur's determination to protect the ones he loved and more making it understandable why he was fit. They were like sculptures, almost.

Plus, this was the first time in a while Rye got to see Amitola's back, observing how it was rather healed. He couldn't help but smile at his success, as it had led to Amitola and Arthur being able to lead a happy life. He doubted they would be having sex this passionately if the Amazon was still paralyzed.

Rye's smile was cut short however as he put his hands over his ears, hoping to block out the two screaming out in unison, "RYE!" It was quite clear they weren't happy.

"Hi you two. I'm sorry to interrupt." Rye apologized, hoping to make eye contact with either one of them, but watching as they turned away, embarrassed. Strange. "I was going to tell you two of an invention I made, but I'll do so later. You're both busy."

Silence.

"I can delete my memory of this ever happening if you'd like." Rye spoke up, assuming that would fix the problem. Of course, he couldn't actuallydelete his memories, but he can act like he did in order to make the two naked couple feel comfortable.

"Yes, please." Amitola nodded, hoping to hide herself under the cover. She wasn't too aware of Arthur suddenly looking at Rye, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he readied himself up for a joke.

"Can you give me a copy of the memory before you delete-" Arthur didn't get to get throw the rest of his joke as Amitola lightly whacked him on the head, glaring daggers into him for a moment. "I was joking! I was joking!" The blond swordsman responded, looking up at Amitola with his bright green eyes. Even in the most uncomfortable of times, Aurtheolin Dragoon could find humor in anything. One of the numerous reasons why Amitola married him.

With a small smile growing on his face from the two's rather amusing attitude, Rye gave them a small wave as he exited the room. "Have fun. If you're trying to put a baby in the oven, then make me the godfather." And like that, Rye was gone, leaving the lovers to their own devices.

Being alone with Amitola now, Arthur could help but sigh. That was a lot more awkward than he wanted to admit. "Hon-bun, why do we not have a proper lock installed in our dorm room?"

"I wish I knew the answer to that one." Amitola sighed, her breathing now steady as she felt more comfortable, her hands trailing down her husband's chest. It seemed to her that Rye had a bad habit of coming in at the wrong time. "I can lock the door if you want."

"I do want that, buuuuuuuuut you know what the alternative is?" Arthur grinned, his hands trailing downwards as he grasped Amitola's ass. The result was a small gasp, followed by a small smirk by the Amazon. Her husband did have quite a bit of stamina, so it made sense why he wanted to go for longer. She did too.

"What about if someone were to walk in?" Amitola asked innocently, her fingers slowly crawling up Arthur's chest. "It could happen again if we aren't careful."

Arthur shrugged his shoulders as a response, one of his hands trailing up his wife's back as their eyes made contact. God her turquoise eyes made him feel like was back at the beach. Back where they first went surfing. Then where they went surfing after he proposed. Finally, where then got married. Even if the most tragic of times took place on the beach, Arthur could only remember the good times with Amitola. She was his saving grace from all the hardships of life. He couldn't help but admire her.

Love probably wasn't even a describing word for how much he cared for her. It was too much more than that.

"Then let's hope we can finish before they can come." Arthur whispered to Amitola, and with a small smile on both of their faces, their lips met, interlocking as they kissed passionately. Nothing would get in the way of this- "Hey, fuckers!"

And now Mordred's here.

"Okay, maybe next time we block the door." Arthur admitted, apologetic. Him and his big fucking mouth.