The sound of relentless rain drumming against the window seeped into Roxana's consciousness as she stirred beneath the tangled fortress of blankets. Her limbs felt leaden, weighed down by the damp chill clinging to the air. Eyes fluttering open, she registered the absence first—the empty space beside her, devoid of warmth. A faint frown tugged at her lips.
"…Ygddh," she mumbled into the pillow, voice rough with sleep. Too tired to raise it further, she let the word dissolve into the stagnant air. When no response came, she exhaled through her nose and burrowed deeper into the bedding, pulling quilts taut around her shoulders. Useless. Without their body heat, the cold gnawed through layers of fabric like teeth.
Defeated, she curled tighter, knees pressing to her chest as she surrendered to the inevitable shivering. The bed swallowed her whole—a tomb of threadbare comfort. Outside, the rain kept falling. Inside, Roxana closed her eyes and waited for the universe to either bring Ygddh back or let her freeze. Either was fine. Neither mattered.
I hold you
A sudden shift in the bed's temperature roused Roxana from her torpor. She cracked an eye open to find Ygddh's form looming above her, a dark silhouette against the dim glow of the city outside. The sensation of being enveloped, of heat seeping into her chilled skin, prompted a small, involuntary sigh. She went limp, allowing herself to be pulled back into the warmth of their shared nest.
"Mmm..." Her voice was a low rumble, more vibration than sound. Roxana shifted, rolling onto her side to press closer. The movement sent a jolt of stiffness through her muscles, remnants of the night spent huddled alone. But now, with Ygddh's solid mass anchoring her, the tension ebbed away, replaced by a languid relaxation.
I hugged and touched her breasts
The contact sent a ripple of numbness through Roxana's chest, each touch a fleeting sensation lost in the vast expanse of her apathy. She remained still, unresponsive, as Ygddh's hands roamed across her torso. The gentle pressure, the warmth of breath against her skin, meant little to her—just another part of the transactional arrangement they'd settled into.
A soft grunt escaped her lips as fingers found her nipples, tweaking them with a practiced touch. Roxana's body reacted mechanically, a Pavlovian response to the stimulation. Her breathing slowed, heart rate steadied, and she released a slow exhale. But her mind remained detached, observing the physical sensations with the same dispassion as watching paint dry.
Touch your underwear
At the command, Roxana's hand moved of its own accord, slipping between her thighs to rest against the worn fabric of her panties. The thin material clung to her skin, damp from the lingering chill of the night. She traced the edge of the waistband with a finger, then dragged it downward, feeling the cool cotton slide against her heated flesh.
Metallic rustling filled the air as she pushed the garment aside, exposing herself to Ygddh's gaze. Roxana's body remained slack, limbs splayed in a pose of lazy surrender. Her sex glistened with a hint of moisture, a reaction as instinctual as blinking. She made no move to cover herself, content to lie there, vulnerable and unremarkable, as Ygddh's eyes drank in the sight.