“Oh…” She softened.
“Thank you.” Akila’s nose wrinkled, looking him up and down. “Not to insult you, but I do smell a lingering odor of death on your person. Do all shinobi have that, or should I be worried?”
Brows furrowing, she turned in a circle while trying to find what exactly he was seeing.
“You can see my life force…? Is it out? Do I need to put it up?”
@GrowthandBattle — continued, acute ears honing in on the sound of his heartbeat. The organ was steady with his calm, his sincerity. She could’ve melted right there in his hold.
“…I love you too.” The heat was so intense from her admission, her fingertips began singing small holes in his shirt.
@GrowthandBattle “…?”
Akila perked up as the smell of flame came closer, eyes widening as they closed in on the stairs.
Hearing his first words, the last bit of tension she was feeling softened, her skin flared up in a slow heat.
Resting her head against his chest, she was silent as he —
@GrowthandBattle — wrap up in the towel, she shivered, nuzzling into Mars’ shirt.
“Your baby likes to keep all the heat, I’ve actually managed to get cold on this trip.”
@GrowthandBattle “Hmmm?” Akila sighed, nearly relaxing further into the hot tub until she heard his teasing.
Lifting her arms in a stretch, she was slow about exiting, wanting to be careful enough to keep her balance.
“You know if you do that, I won’t be leaving your lap.” Coming over to —
/Barring any current SL's or ..Mars will be feral going forward. And be feral? I mean fighting and fucking. This is yalls official warning... cause ain't nobody safe