Their lovemaking spent, they lie together, cuddled close. Mitsuri nestles her head against Manik's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her ear. Her fingers idly draw patterns on his abdomen as she gazes up at him with adoration in her eyes.

"I love you," she whispers, a small smile playing on her lips. "More than anything else."

"Clean up?" Mitsuri asks sleepily, blushing at the suggestion. "But... it's so comfortable here..." She yawns and snuggles closer to Manik, her body feeling pleasantly heavy with satisfaction.

Manik chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair out of Mitsuri's face. "I know, but we should probably get cleaned up before we pass out here." He presses a kiss to her forehead, his touch gentle and reassuring.

She sits up with a groan, her hair tousled around her face and breasts. Her breasts look bruised from the assault they've endured. She brushes some strands aside to try to make her eyes more presentable.

Yes, I'm fine... I was just feeling a little thirsty, and then you started going at me so hard!