Continuation of last part

"That was some good food." Tails complimented, doing the dishes that Wave was bringing. The bird woman put a hand on her mouth to try to hide the yawn she let go. The fox man looked at the window, it was starting to get a little dark, with a very red sun, though it was only around 7PM. Wave looked rather sleepy, but continued cleaning their workshop, not that far away from their kitchen. They still had tons of tools and machinery laying around that needed to be put in lock and key. She was taking her time, given that she started to move a little bit clumsily.

Tails knew she was getting to her limits. So, in a swiftly manner, he turned off the lights, and then closed, the curtains, so the room was rather dark. As if a switch had been flipped, Wave closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, starting to go down. She could have smacked her head with the floor, but Tails caught her before that, letting her head land on his right pec. She had a tiny bit of consciousness left, thinking about how his muscles could both feel harder than rocks when tensed, but right now felt like the most comfortable pillows anyone could ever own. With that, Tails heard her unique snore (which sounds closer to a whistle rather than a snore), so now he was sure she had fallen asleep and therefore, he could pick her up bridal style and take her to their bedroom. Once there, he adjusted himself to carry her with only one arm and pulled out one massive yellow pillow they own, one that had lots of hairs from the fox. Carefully to not wake her up, he placed her on the bed and put the large pillow at her side.

The Pillow was about twice as big as Wave, both in height and width. Instead of placing her head on the bed for neck comfort, she went and dragged the pillow against her body, hugged it and, more importantly, vice-grip it with her thighs. The way the insides of the pillow shifted to both its upper and lower sides when she did this always made him wish he was there. He was going to be there in a couple of hours, but this almost make him abandon his unfinished business and just join her on bed immediately. Almost.

So, once he finished cleaning their workshop, he went to their underground Gym. Today, it was leg day. So, the fox went to his squat bar area and loaded it with two disk on each side, each about a meter in diameter and about 30 cm wide, all while weighting about 5 metric tons. The fox even had a special platform to elevate himself, so there is enough space for the full leg motions, without the size of the weight being a problem. He was only about 140 cm tall after all. So, he started with his warm up, racking reps easily with the current amount of weight with ease. Once he was done with his warm up, he added another 3 disks on each side, about 50 tons in total. Now he was actually feeling the burn with each rep.

The hours went by as he went through each machine: the leg press, which was designed to have three bars on each side to hold several of the 5 ton disks; the weight racks for the leg extensions were twice as tall as him, but he needed most of them to train his quads at this point; essentially this was the same situation with the lying leg curl machine. He had been told that he was just destroying his muscles at this point, but if he really did, he truly adored it. He truly felt that at night, he could just go on and on and on with his workouts. He loved the insane burn he felt when his muscle struggled, the feeling of pushing past his limits, getting completely out of breath but satisfied of doing one more rep. He had let go that one of his brutal workout sessions felt *better than sex*. Wave was really pissed about that.

Then, his alarm rang. And he stopped dead on his tracks... This meant it was now 11:30 PM. He had started working out around 8:30. This alarm was for him to stop training legs and start working on his calves. But he didn't want. He could still destroy his legs even more, he could go more and more. Just another set, or 4. He stopped and just decided to sit down for a second. He promised Wave that he would not let his workout sessions go for too long. He used to finish around 2 AM before. So, he got up, walking just a little weirdly from his tiredness and decided to do calves. He couldn't help but remember the times when he had finished his leg training, how his extremities were so exhausted he had to use his arms to drag himself back to bed. He had learned to hand stand, so that his legs didn't even touch the floor, to get himself to bed whenever this happened. Not anymore.

Once he finally finished and took a warm bath, it was only 12:30 AM. He made it to their bedroom, changed into only pajama pants, (he had trouble getting into them, thanks to the pump he got from earlier) remaining shirtless, and checked on the swallow. She was now wearing an oversized shirt and nothing else, from what he could tell. He had asked her if she remembered changing into sleeping clothes every day, every time he returned from working out, but she never did. She never remembered. Tails stopped thinking too much about it. Anyway, landed on the bed, slowly, behind the swallow, and softly pet her thigh. This was a signal, that made her let go of the grip on the pillow, kick it off the bed, turn around and do the same to the fox. The first time, she did hurt him a little with her leg scissors. Those thighs were killer thick and strong. Now, he was ready and did very little. Now that she was in position, snuggling against his chest, he returned the hug and fell asleep in a second.