The room was silent, illuminated only by the soft light filtering through the tall windows, casting tranquil shadows across the walls. Strax sat relaxed on the edge of the wide bed, while Ouroboros occupied his lap as if it were the most natural place in the world. Her arms were around his neck, her face pressed against his skin as her lips slowly traced the side of his neck in lazy kisses, sometimes pressing a little harder as if rediscovering something she knew very well.
Strax let out a small sigh as he felt her teeth lightly brush against his skin, Ouroboros's warm breath mingling with the comfortable silence of the room. His hands rested naturally on her waist, his fingers tracing slow circles as he watched her dark hair fall like a curtain over her shoulders.
