The nights were so much longer than she had remembered nights to be. And they felt so much darker. She would spend the time tossing and turning waiting for the familiar heat and brightness of the sun.
Her Sun.
She now found herself craving his affection, that closeness. It was the little things, a soft touch. His warm breath. And it was the things that made him so different and so perfect to her, his scent, the rough skin on his hands. No one could duplicate his movements or his presence.
Her cook.
He was a substitute. He was nice but it didn't satisfy her. It was nothing sexual, simply the nearness of two bodies. But Sanji was here, he was convenient. He was a friend and at times maybe a little more and he held her close with all of his affection. It was comforting. She finally felt a bit of ease in her. This was nice too, even if it wasn't what she craved.
With Sanji came a new set of sensations. Cigarette smoke seemed to cling faintly to his skin. It radiated from his warm body as he pressed his chest against her back. She could feel his breath in her hair, she was sure he was smelling her as well. But it was nice... he was so gentle.
She let her body finally relax in this foreign scene and found that small sense of familiarity. It was calming and before long her eyes had shut on her own and the physical world around her seemed to melt away. Soon she would wake up to the warm rays of the sun and she would feel better.
Her Sun.