His body felt so heavy. The morning light was so ridiculously bright his eyes kept trying to close. Had he finally let the tiredness of the whole month settle in and weigh him down? Holding his right hand up to his forehead, he held it there long enough for the light to no longer hurt his eyes and finally wake up. He knew the kids would need help getting ready for school, and he didn't want Kyrie to have to do it all by herself. The digital wall clock read 6:00am, giving himself plenty of time to get going. The kids usually slept until about 7, and Kyrie would start cooking soon, so Nero had about an hour to shower, dress and get the clothes from the clean clothes pile for the kids.

Turning over to the left he found Kyrie clutching his arm and laying a leg over his hip.

'Morning, Kyrie.' Hold up. That was not really her, was it? Wriggling out of her grasp, he jolted straight up realising that she wasn't a figment of his imagination. Mouth agape, he stared on in utter confusion.

What is she doing in here? Has she started sleep walking?

Her eyes remained shut and her hair fell over her face in messy tendrils. The blankets were firmly held in place over her chest by one hand, and the other was grasping for Nero's arm now that it was out of reach. He smiled watching her sleeping figure search for him. It was heart-warming to say the least. Out of fear that she would wake too soon, he reached out his left hand and allowed her to take it. The joy on her face was immediate but gone too soon as her face rested again. His fingers were trapped between hers in a tangle he refused to undo. This was bliss.

When did she come into my room, and how on earth did I sleep through her climbing in?

He crossed his legs under him as to get comfortable while she slept. Nero would need to wake her shortly, but not quite yet. She worked so hard every day. No matter whether he was there or not. She made sure everyone was fed, clothed and given plenty of attention. He was so grateful to have her. His right hand stroked over her hair and pulled little strands away from her face. She slept very still, clutching the blanket and his hand in comfort. He wondered if that was a result of being alone for a little while. Maybe that was why she crept in last night? He ultimately didn't mind. He was honestly very pleased to see her in with him. She had never done this before, but he had hoped one day to wake up next to her. Though, he admitted only to himself that he expected this to be after a long night of lovemaking. Not just a surprise in the morning. He wouldn't complain though.

His lips pressed into her fingers. How sweet it was to hold her so close in quiet reverie. Looking over her silhouette and the little changes in her face as she seemed to dream gave him time to think on their future. What did he want out of it? Would it be just like this? Or would they get married and move into a bigger house. Would they stay here until the kids were big enough to move out and then maybe they would downsize? Or would they have children of their own... Children with Kyrie. That made the Devil Hunter blush a deep red. He could absolutely see Kyrie as a mother. He saw the makings of it every day. But, Nero a dad? That seemed a bit far-fetched.

The songstress' eyes fluttered open, giving her biggest yawn before adjusting her gaze to see Nero resting his head in his palm daydreaming out the window.

'Ah, I'm so sorry, Nero. You must have struggled to sleep. You should have woken me.' Her panic caused her to throw her head back and hit the wall. Nero instantly pulled her forward to his chest and carefully held her head while checking for signs of injury.

'Kyrie, you shouldn't have worried. I was surprised, sure, but I slept like a rock.' Nero refused to let her go. 'I was thrilled to find you in here with me. You have never been this bold.' He laughed a cheeky laugh to lighten the mood. Kyrie gave a little playful jab into his arm to hide her embarrassment. It felt so hot right now. He feigned hurt and rubbed his arm in pretend pain. They both laughed and held each other's forearms for balance as they allowed the self-consciousness to subside. Nero leaned in for a kiss when Kyrie finally looked up from her laughter. It caught her a little off guard, but she rested into it very quickly. A warmth emanated from his body onto hers as he pulled her into his lap.

This level of closeness wasn't new. They had shared moments of sitting together or hugging or stealing a kiss. That was teenage love. They were as rebellious as they felt comfortable with due to having no one around to tell them "No". Being alone in a bedroom could have happened, but now was the first time. It made them feel 17 again. An excitement elicited by the newness of it all. Nero held her arms and allowed Kyrie to set the pace. He never pushed her.

Kyrie could feel her heart exploding in her chest. Her excitement created a dizzying high that she had never felt before. All from a change in scenery. She glided her tongue across Nero's upper lip and pushed past to gain access to his own. Again, it wasn't new, but the feeling certainly was. The implications of the actions coupled with the place were endless, yet all signs pointed in one way.

In a bold attempt to keep Nero guessing, Kyrie found the edge of his shirt and snaked a hand up to feel his chest. Her cold hand made him jump slightly, but he held her hand in place through the material. An eagerness rang through as clear as a bell. Nero took his left hand up to her thigh and pulled her even closer into his frame. He held tight, biting her lip for the first time. Kyrie pulled away but kept herself rooted to the spot. Hand unwavering.

'I'm sorry. I was just startled.'

'I can sto-,'

'NO! I mean... No, please don't. I like it, more than I thought I would. It's just new...'

How different the world was today. A little bit of confidence and a firm word from a friend and she was diving in so deep she could barely hear above the hammering in her ears. She swayed a little in his arms and found his lips once again. Not aggressive, but not gentle either. Yearning. She bit him back upon his lower lip, licking along the place her teeth had grazed. While holding his chest, she guided her right hand upon his hip. There was this deliciously soft spot right along his hip bone and the start of his groin. She couldn't help herself and rubbed her index finger and thumb in little circles and soft strokes to enjoy the feel to the utmost. Nero closed his eyes and allowed his head to lull to the side. A moan escaped his lips that created an opportunity for Kyrie to explore. She knew he was open to her touch, and his reaction indicated his enjoyment. So, there was nothing left to do than give in to every urge to touch him she ever suppressed. She gently pushed his chest to lay him down once again. He obliged with no resistance and trained his eyes on her hands. She didn't dare look her lover in the eye, but pressed through all insecurities to lift his shirt up enough to see his stomach. His pants had sat low on his hips and gave her a perfect view of his lower torso. This was all new and the first time she had seen so much of Nero up close. Her hands moved before she could think and began tracing the lines of his stomach, hips, abdomen and the bottom of his ribs. The muscle creating peaks and troughs to explore.

She had to taste him. He looked good enough to eat. Dipping down: her lips parted ever so slightly to cup the skin and feel the softness in such an intimate way. Her tongue lapped at his shape and drew out long, angelic moans before nibbling at the soft flesh. Her head was far away from the world while she committed all of Nero's muscles to memory. Her desperate movements absently began removing his shirt all together so she could access the remaining parts hidden by the intrusive fabric. Nero was losing his mind as she pulled and tugged the shirt off. This was a dream come true. He helped her with the last of the removal and threw the garment onto the ground below them. Nero placed his arms above his head to give his girlfriend more freedom, and to keep his hands from roaming her body prematurely. What a sight to see Kyrie guiding herself onto his hips to lick and taste his chest and clavicle. His excitement was completely visible, and he felt a little self-conscious that Kyrie could possibly tell. However, this didn't deter either of them from easing into the moment. Unrestrained moans escaped Nero as his love bit and sucked on the thin skin around his neck. She inched her way up to his ear and bit along the shell in slow deliberate bites that finished with a gentle lick. Her breath was ridged and loud in his ear. She had never shown this level of excitement before, no matter what they did. She pressed her body deep into his shape before placing her hands around his neck to hold him. She needed a moment to process all that was happening. She needed him to give her love as well as the physical intimacy. Strong arms held the small of her back and the base of her neck. His hands caressing the skin at the nape, taking a moment to be completely taken aback by her touch.

'Kyrie, I'm here for you. Take your time.' Nero's words came through ever so softly. Whispered into her ear as a secret just between them.

'I am so hot, and a little dizzy. This high is more than I ever thought it would be. I'm also not sure where I want to go from here. It's a lot to take in.'

'Well,' he began sitting them both up. 'We can stop there if it's too much. Or, I can be on top for a while?' Her face turned completely red and buried in his chest. 'I'm sorry, that's not what I meant, shit, I am screwing this up aren't I? Why is this so hard?'

'No,' Kyrie squeaked out from her hiding place. 'I would actually like you on top. It's just embarrassing saying it out loud. I guess I should get used to it, huh?'

'You don't have to get used to anything. You and I have all the time in the world to enjoy one another. I'll do things at your pace.'

'And, what about your pace?'

'Ah, I would go with yours. My thoughts of you are a bit full on sometimes... Sorry.' This created a curiosity she couldn't deny.

'Full on? Like what?'

'Kyrie, we don't need to discuss this do we?'

'I'd like to know what you want. Please indulge me. Please?' Her eyes pierced right through to his mostly human soul. He couldn't say no.

'I imagine being able to hold you, but, with nothing on. I imagine cupping your breasts, ahem, while...'

'While?'

'God, this is hard. While licking your, your-' He cut himself off while he died a little inside. Kyrie was right, it was embarrassing to say it all out loud. And that was the tame part of his thoughts. He would hate to know what she thought of his other fantasies.

'I guess I see where you are going. So, this is really getting in the way?' She gestured to her completely covering nightie. Her neck to her ankles were encapsulated in the soft cotton fabric.

'It's not a problem, Kyrie. I let my imagination run wild, so I don't mind.'

'But, you would like to touch me, wouldn't you?'

'Of course... You are all I've ever wanted. Let's ease into it.' The singer bit the corner of her lip in contemplation before gathering the material and pulling the clothing up over her body. The slow, teasing nature of it exposed her creamy white skin inch by agonising inch to the already rock-hard Devil Hunter. He could feel himself melting into a puddle beneath her. Out of pure desperation, Nero clasped her sides between his rough hands and buried his face into her stomach as Kyrie finally freed her breasts from the fabric. Pulling with a final tug, the nightie was off, and very soon forgotten. She placed her hands into his silvery hair and exhaled slowly while her boyfriend licked the length of her torso, stopping just short of her breast. She glanced at him while he stared, unblinking into his desires. Swallowing dryly, his tongue protruded from between his lips, extending with an avidity he had never known before. Daring to touch the skin closest to the areola, he lapped the softness into his mouth, sucking slightly to test the waters. Kyrie gave a cry of pure joy. This was total bliss. Thoroughly satisfied that he could keep going, Nero flicked his tongue out to the nipple before enveloping it entirely into his maw. The sound that the action elicited was akin to ecstasy. He was desperate to hear more. Anchoring her into place, Nero clasped a hand over her ass while gripping her exposed breast to give himself easier access. Time passed slowly and the world had disappeared in front of them.

'Haaa, enjoying yourself?'

'God damn, Kyrie.' His lips kissed her skin over and over, praising the gift he'd been given. How could he be so blessed to have this angel?

'I wish to touch you. May I?' Her squirming was so cute, and Nero couldn't help but chuckle. Leaning back on his arms his chest shuddered with his laugh.

'You can touch whateeever you like.' Taking that as consent, Kyrie placed her hands low on his waist and dragged her fingers down. It was just a playful tease until she pulled on the elastic around his hips. Nero panicked and tried to not look too stunned. He wasn't entirely sure his love was ready for what she was implying. He placed his hand around her wrist in protest.

'You don't have to do this. We have explored a lot, but I thought you were going to just touch my chest or butt or something. That's a step you can't take back, Kyrie.'

'I'm aware, Nero. I want to know what you look like, and I want to see how you react to this. It's just exploration right now.' Her hands gripped and began pulling down while she was protesting. 'We can always stop. But I would like to give my boldness a chance.' He wouldn't release her hand immediately and just held loosely in case he saw a reason to put a stop to her decision. She stopped momentarily and changed her approach. She didn't know how she would cope seeing all of him. So, she believed it would be better to just feel him first.

Twisting her hand to point her fingertips into the opening of his pants made Nero finally let go. Her hand slipped inside the fabric and traced along his inner thigh. Building up her courage, she guided herself over to his member. It was warm and a strange balance of soft and hard. She was perplexed by the feeling and couldn't put it into words. On the other hand, Nero perfectly described how he felt with a sharp inhale through his gaping mouth. His eyes shut tight and his hands holding him up gave him a vulnerability she thought she would never witness. Curling her fingers around his length, she felt a slight movement from him. A pulse or twinge of excitement. It was exhilarating. Moving carefully, kyrie positioned his member to sit just outside of the elastic holding his pants. She didn't dare look, instead training her gaze upon the melting hunter. Her hips positioned themselves over his own, just under his manhood, and she gripped his length with both hands.

The rocking of her hips drove him mad. This delectable pumping motion created a pleasure he had only ever imagined. He knew he could never get off on his own again. Her mixture of grinding over his hips and her unskilled hands gave Nero so much more than he had ever bargained for. His voice escaped his chest in a breathy speechlessness. With each movement he could feel himself slipping out of reality.

'Christ- Kyrie, Don't- Don't you... Dare stop.' There was such a fervour in his raspy voice, panting between words. His heart beat so loud and so hard. A pressure built slowly and steadily whist he rode the high. Nero kept his eyes closed and disappeared until felt his breaking point. He would have just given in and let go, but he remembered that Kyrie was in the literal line of fire. Panicked, he placed his hands over himself before falling over the edge of pleasure. A rough panting escaped his lips as they turned into a satisfied grin.

'Sorry, I couldn't hold it any longer.' He laughed off his comment, giving Kyrie a quick look over to make sure she was okay. They had not moved, and they both became a little conscious.

'I should get something to clean up with. I'll be back-'

'No, don't worry. I have some here.' From under the bed the hunter produced a box of tissues.

'Oh, I didn't know you had those...'

'Yeah, I keep them for "emergencies" like this.' Her face instantly told him that she had no idea what he meant. He wasn't going to explain. Not today, anyway. She sat quietly on the edge of the bed waiting for him to clean himself up. It was an awkward situation. You always hear about the "moment", but you never hear about the clean-up. 'You good?'

'Y-Yes, just giving you space.'

'Thanks, but I'm done. Could I offer you a thank-you?' Turning to meet his gaze, she fiddled with her fingers in her lap. She was sitting almost completely naked in her boyfriend's bed with only her underwear and his pants dividing them. She had never done whatever "that" was to anyone, and she didn't know where to go from here. The songstress knew that he wanted to "return the favour", but she didn't know what to ask for. This whole morning was so much more than what she had ever expected.

'I don't know if I am ready to accept your "thanks" yet. I need a moment to stop the dizzy feeling.'

'You don't feel good? Here,' he gestured to his pillow 'Lie down. Give yourself a sec'.' She shook her head vigorously in protest, before holding a hand to her face in regret.

'No, I'll be okay. I'm fine, just really overwhelmed. I feel excited and a sort of giddy feeling. But I don't know what's happening. I've not been able to even imagine some aspects of this morning. Don't think I don't like it, but it's all new.'

'I get it. I have imagined it all, and more. But you aren't ready yet.'

'I'm sorry, Nero. I thought I was doing well enough to keep going.'

'You know, you don't have to force yourself. You need to do this just as much for you than for me. I'll play with myself 'til you are ready.'

'What do you mean?'

'You don't play with yourself? I'm sorry, that just kinda came out...'

'Don't be sorry. I just don't know what you mean.'

'Ah, well, it's um, doing what you did right now to... yourself.' The words sank in, and Kyrie clasped her hands to her chest with the realisation.

'No, I don't have the same "parts" that you do. I can't do that to myself.'

'No, I know that. I mean, to your own "parts". You can be stimulated in a similar way.' He tried to be as gentle in his delivery of the words. He knew that he had to be careful, or she would never be open to sex or playing ever again. She was closed off for so long, and never learnt anything like this. 'How about, when you are ready: I can show ya. We can swap places and you can sit back.' She silently nodded and held her hands firmly in place.

'I'm sorry. I am still so childish.'

'Hell no, you were perfect. And just because you don't know doesn't mean you won't. I'll teach ya if you'd let me?' He swung his legs over the edge to sit completely flush with his love. His left arm reached around and held her to his frame, while the right hand held her face to look at him. 'Don't be ashamed or put off. This was amazing. I don't have the words.'

'I- I liked it too. It was exhilarating. And I like how you look at me. It gives me butterflies.' Kyrie lay her head on his shoulder. It was not the greatest attempt to get closer, but it was definitely a good starting point. They shared a quick kiss before hearing a yell down the hall.

'Kyrie, I'm hungry! Where are you?'

'That's Julio. I should really get cooking, it's... 7:30!' She jumped straight up, throwing Nero off balance, and grabbed her nightie. In a panic she tried to dress herself and got stuck.

'Here, let me help. I'll find the clothes for the kids, and you cook. Sound good?'

'Thank you.'

With her clothes back on and her hair finger-combed through, she burst out the door and ran to the stairs to start cooking.