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"Well... This is it..." Fenrir gestured vaguely to his mansion of a home before lazily beginning to de-armor with a tired sigh. He was a few pieces deep in undressing when he realized Keida hadn't moved, she still stood in the entrance gawking at the high ceiling and incredibly valuable jewels, scales, armor and rare kills mounted all around her, "You gonna' come in or admire my shoe rack all night?"

                "What? Oh... S-Sorry, it's just that, not even father has a collection like this, and he's hunted all over the realms..." She smiled still in awe as she tried to de-armor and admire at the same time, hopping about foolishly. Fenrir pulled a face at her before grabbing her shoulder as she hopped nearby and pushed her down roughly to sit on the foyer step.

                "There... Now you can look around..." he grunted before continuing to remove his heavy armor and place each piece on the dummy, the blade leaning against his excessively large and plush sofa. She stuck her tongue out for a moment before quickly kicking off her boots and wandered deeper inside, her eyes lighting up further as the already high roof shattered upwards to convenience the second floor terrace that crescent mooned over the living space below where they both stood.

                "It's beautiful" She smiled as she lifted her hands from her side and slowly twirled in circles staring up the pristine white walls to the gently illuminated ceiling high above. Fenrir now sitting on his sofa looking from her to the roof then back to his lap where his blade was perched between his feet, resting on its flat against his thigh to be cleaned.

                "It's just a house, you're so weird..." He smiled to himself busying himself with cleaning his weapon. Keida pouted in annoyance and went to speak but he cut her off, "You can take your gear off... There's spare racks in the armory through that door to your right, feel free to store anything you need there for now... And didn't you want first dibs on bathing? I suggest you move it, or I'll revoke that part of our deal..." He smirked cockily over his shoulder, making her face bunch.

                "Fine... Which way?" She asked flatly making him hum curiously, looking up from his work, "Which way to the bath"

                "Upstairs, turn left, third door on your right..." He replied, eyes averted down once more. She nodded, removing most of her armor, now casually wandering upstairs in her underarmor towards the bath. She followed his instruction, soon finding the monstrously huge marble room. The whole bathroom itself, like a Roman Bath. She saw the bath's center 'plug', climbing into the pool of a thing and quickly scuttled over pressing it down into place. After almost vaulting back out of the bath, she saw the fine Yukomo wood pull handle hanging nearby, figuring it being the trigger. She pulled it down carefully once, and hot water instantly began spewing from the mouth of the giant, full bodied Lagiacrus carving at the far end of the bath, coiled upon itself reared high with its mighty jaws agape. She smiled to herself admiring the creativity before undressing as the bath filled behind her.

                "Meow-ster?" Lyger purred, from where he lay atop the fire place across the living room, his eyes closed while his tail waved contently.

                "Yes, Lyger?"

                "Why did you send hurr' to your purr-ivate bathroom?" The Felyne asked almost cockily, smiling to himself as he awaited his master's reply. There was nothing for a while, just the sound of cloth sweeping down blade before there was a tired grunt as Fenrir stood.

                "I don't know what you mean" Fenrir replied, a smile to his voice that made Lyger purr warmly as his master headed upstairs. He gathered two changed of clothes and an extra towel from his wardrobe, before quite calmly and nonchalantly entering the bathroom. Keida was neck deep thankfully when the door casually swung open and she screamed in horror covering herself to hide herself through the water, forgetting it was like a sauna in there, the steam doing most of the work for here.

                "What are you doing in here!? Get out!" She cried in fright, Fenrir doing quite the opposite, actually continuing to invite himself in and hung up the extra towel, set the clothes on the bench and started fishing off his underarmor also, "Are you deaf or just a pervert!? Get out!" She screamed again making him grunt irritably.

                "Quit screaming, its late, you'll piss off the neighbors"

                "I don't care! Get out you freak!"

                "Hey! My house- My private bathroom- My rules" Fenrir grumbled as he fished off his briefs making her spin around in shock, trying to funnel her vision and cover herself at the same time as he stepped down into the bath, sighing at length as he reclined onto a seat against the wall. There was silence, angry silence. Keida glared and glared from her steam shrouded safety spot before he sat up and rest his elbows on the ledge, "If you think I'm going to make a pass at you or get grabby, I won't... I ache, I'm tired, I just want to have my bath and go to bed... I mean it, I promise it will be all yours tomorrow...".

                "Still doesn't make up for this! If you'd said something I might have been okay with it!" She countered, still staying well sunk beneath the water.

                "well, my bad... Come sit down, your knees will cramp if you stay curled up down there" He said resting his head back against the edge of the bath, eyes closed simply letting his muscles soak. There was silence once more before the light rippling of water as she waded back up to his end of the bath and sat down, still awkwardly covering her chest. He smiled to himself before slowly lifting his head and looked at her, "I don't know why you're so concerned... I've seen breasts before, nothing new or to be ashamed of-"

                "I know that! It's like you just getting your junk out or being spied on while you're naked" She snapped back, partially surprised as he simply shrugged before speaking.

                "A dick is a dick... Seen one you seen 'em all... And no see there's a difference here, I willingly got undressed, if I was in the middle of something questionable and you walked in- THEN I'd be in shock and dismay, yes..." He said with a nod of his head as he spoke.

                "There's no point trying to talk to you about this is there?"

                "None whatsoever..." He replied almost instantly before tucking a hand towel behind his neck and let out another throaty sigh sinking into the hot water. Keida huffed with a weak smirk watching him relax before cupping the water in her hand and scrubbed it over her face, forcing herself to relax. She repeated the motion a few times in between rolling the hot water up her arms and massaging her shoulders and trying to get palmfulls of water to her hair- refusing to go under to prevent the risk of HIM calling HER a pervert.

                "There's a small wooden bucket and oils on the shelf behind you... You can use those if you really wanted to clean up..." Fenrir suddenly spoke up, eyes still closed as he effortlessly soaked away nearby. She pivoted and saw the shelf, shuffling over and collected the fine, shallow but wide bucket and read the bottles carefully.

                "You have Rose and Cinnamon repair oil for your hair?" She sniggered making him open one eye and look at her flatly.

                "I take pride in my appearance-"

                "For who? Your helmet? You're a solo contractor, you hate it when people recognize and talk to you..." She replied bluntly making him shuffle getting comfy again and he closed his eye.

                "Maybe I just like to smell pretty, okay?"

                "Alright... Sure, dork..." She smiled putting the bottle back and collected another setting it on the bath's edge before filling the bucket and slowly poured it over her head, letting out a satisfied and hearty groan of approval.

                "Works better than your hands, huh?"

                "Shut up... Just- Keep soaking you crusty Diablos..."

                "Yes ma'am..."

                "Glad to see you're starting to learn your place" She smiled pouring another bucket of water over head, only to open her eyes seeing a full smirk carved up his cheek. She popped the cork from the bottle and gently drizzled a small amount onto the top of her head before quickly re-corking and put it aside, massaging the oil through her short brown hair.

                "Razz Berry, Mint, Orange seed and Ginger essence... My favorite one, nice choice" Fenrir said, making her look across at him in surprise, his eyes still shut before he carefully sat up and stretched, aqua eyes opening onto her. She shot crimson as he stared at her blankly making her slowly pivot around to have her back to him while she finished massaging the oil through her hair. "Care to pass me the rose stuff? I need to use it every few days". She awkwardly turned back around and looked at him, pointing to herself with a curious hum making him shrug, "Who else would I be talking too?"

                "Oh... Here, sorry" She replied sheepishly handing him the rose and cinnamon bottle from before, nodding when he took it with an acknowledging grunt. She rinsed her hair thoroughly, running her fingers through it all over to make sure she didn't have any soaked up greasy bits before Fenrir's winces caught her attention, "Are you okay?"

                "Yeah, I'm fine... Just sore, that's all... Hurts to hold my arms up too long at the moment, its only muscle soreness, should be better in a day or so... Had some big hunts earlier this week before Giga and I were forced to-" He paused and looked across, seeing her unimpressed stare and folded arms meet him dead on.

                "Forced to what? Babysit me?" She finished for him bitterly making him huff and attempt to continue with his task at hand.

                "Sorry... But yeah, something like that- Augh, Damn it!" He hissed letting his arms drop down, rolling his neck and shoulders carefully with groans of pain, eyes closed and brow furrowed in concentration.

                "Move."



                "What?"

                "Move! Your hands are in the way, just put them in your lap or something!" She snapped settling beside him and starting to massage the oil back through his hair for him, softly raking her nails through it like a comb. Surprisingly, he did as instructed. Obediently he put his hands to his lap and turned a little on the ledge so she could sit directly behind him, keeping still and let her move his head how she needed to reach. "Hold your breath I'm about to start rinsing okay?". He nodded and took a breath, the hot bath water soon cascading over his head and shoulders. She repeated for him like she did herself, dragging her nails through his hair from all angles making sure it was rinsed properly before lightly shoving his head forward and sat beside him, bringing her knees up to meet her chest, "There... All clean".

                "Thank you for doing that, I appreciate it, very much" He said with a tone that was less than convincing, but both were clearly too tired to argue anymore, she instead smiled sweetly and nodded as he sat back beside her. "Your breasts are bigger than I thought they were" He suddenly said sounding a lot more energetic, yet lazily scratched his cheek and shadowed stubble along his jaw, ignoring her look of embarrassed horror.

                "What is that even supposed to mean! How do you know that!" She cried putting her hands to her chest and leant away.

                "You didn't notice? They kept pressing against my back the whole time you cleaned my hair" His response as casual as ever, now turning his head to look at her and blinked curiously at her completely rosey face and tear swollen eyes before she let out a mortified cry of embarrassment and leapt out of the bath snatching a towel around her, grabbed one of the changes of clothes and took off out of the bathroom. Fenrir watched her dash out before scrubbing his hand back through his hair and shrugged, his fingers lingering back through his hair and he smiled, "She did a really nice job..."

                "Unbelievable!" She whimpered still crimson cheeked as she awkwardly and quickly dried off and mercy dash changed into the clothes provided to be sure he wouldn't walk in on her naked. She'd dove into the nearest room to change, relieved that the room across the hall was unlocked and no Lyger to awkwardly greet her naked self. She went to open the door to leave when the handle turned under her hand, only just giving her enough time to stumble back out of the way before the door came swinging open as Fenrir stepping in.

                "Oh... This is where you went"

                "What do you mean! I went to change now I'm going to bed, so- Where is that?" She barked in a fluster, making his brow raise, pointing behind her casually. She turned on her heel to see the giant king bed up onto its own stair skirted platform, the head of the bed against the giant glass window, donned in furs and throw pillows, "So... This is-?"

                "My room? Yes. Yes it is..." He answered before tossing both his and her underarmor onto another expensive looking wooden bench beside the door. He wore the same black sweat pants as her, but they obviously fit better on him, and he chose to go without the long sleeve that went with it, refolding it and putting it away. She stood embarrassed once more, fidgeting with the bottom of the shirt, the sleeves bunching over her knuckles making her look like a two year old. "So are you coming to bed or what?"

                "This house is huge... You don't have a guest bed?" She asked quietly, not daring to look at him.

                "No? I have no visitors... I have no family that stays, and I live alone... Unless you want to curl up on the floor of Lyger's room, this is the only bed" He shrugged with his eyes fixed on the back of her, her shoulders visibly shuddering in the dim lantern light, "If this is too much for you i'll go sleep on the sofa"

                "What?"

                "You're shaking, and it's not an 'I'm cold' shake either... You have the bed, I'll go downstairs" He repeated picking up one of the stray blankets at the foot of the bed and headed past.

                "Wait!", Keida cried grabbing his arm with both of hers as he stepped past, freezing him in his tracks, "Don't go downstairs"

                "Are you sure? You're not handling this very well..."



                "A man I don't know from a bar of soap has basically seen me naked, thrown me around like a rag doll emotionally from sunrise, gotten me drunk, made me fight alone, felt my breasts pressed against him and is sharing a bed with me- all on the first day of meeting me..." She paused looked up at him, his tired scowl softening and he sighed, "Can you understand why I'm a little frazzled right now?"

                "Yeah... I can. So you must be tired, c'mon, rest" He said softly, stepping around her to turn her and walked back up to bed, holding her hands on his arm as he went, "You first...". She let go of his arm and climbed onto the massive bed, she could have walked around, having room around all sides, aside from the head of the bed, this was just quicker. Once settled, Fenrir was right behind her. She nestled in under the blankets with her back to him, sinking into the luxurious mattress and thick pillows, almost instantly falling asleep. Fenrir snuffed out the lantern beside the bed and un-buttoned a silk sash that held a pair of thin curtains aside, letting them sweep across the window at the head of the bed, dulling the bright moonlight shining in above them. He rolled over to face her and unintentionally uttered in surprise, seeing her back to him before sighing and tucked in under the covers getting settled. She felt him move about getting comfortable, but not roll away. Finally he stretch and muzzled deep into his pillow, the arm he was laying on having his hand tucked under the pillow, his other placed just a ways in front of his face, not far from her back.

                "Hey..." She whispered softly when he'd fallen still behind her.

                "Hmm?"

                "How long has it been?"

                "How long has it been since what?" He asked opening his eyes to her back curiously.

                "Since you shared your bed with someone...". There was silence. Dead silence. Neither of them moved for what seemed like an eternity, his hand that lay in front of him tucked back slightly and she heard him swallow.

                "... A long time now" came the quiet and sad reply, as he closed his eyes again. Again there was silence, but not the silence of a calm city and sweet dreams, but of heartache, loneliness and pain. His brow had creased like he was trying to force himself to sleep, only making him become more awake, unintentionally fisting the covers that lay beneath his hand. Keida wriggled back a little and reached back over her hip, blinding patting for what lay behind her. His eyes opened when he felt her hand wrap around his wrist and blinked against the dim light, "What are you-?"

                "Not a long time anymore" Keida said softly as she gently pulled his arm to lay over her side, then tucked her hand back up under her chin, instantly falling asleep. Fenrir stared at the back of her head for a moment, his fingers twitching slightly to instinctively tuck in against her belly and rake her close. He forced himself not to and simply lay his arm over her waist, compensating by moving a little closer, to rest his forearm to the bed, his bicep against her ribs.

                "Goodnight, Keida..."

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"Well... This is it..." Fenrir gestured vaguely to his mansion of a home before lazily beginning to de-armor with a tired sigh. He was a few pieces deep in undressing when he realized Keida hadn't moved, she still stood in the entrance gawking at the high ceiling and incredibly valuable jewels, scales, armor and rare kills mounted all around her, "You gonna' come in or admire my shoe rack all night?"

                "What? Oh... S-Sorry, it's just that, not even father has a collection like this, and he's hunted all over the realms..." She smiled still in awe as she tried to de-armor and admire at the same time, hopping about foolishly. Fenrir pulled a face at her before grabbing her shoulder as she hopped nearby and pushed her down roughly to sit on the foyer step.

                "There... Now you can look around..." he grunted before continuing to remove his heavy armor and place each piece on the dummy, the blade leaning against his excessively large and plush sofa. She stuck her tongue out for a moment before quickly kicking off her boots and wandered deeper inside, her eyes lighting up further as the already high roof shattered upwards to convenience the second floor terrace that crescent mooned over the living space below where they both stood.

                "It's beautiful" She smiled as she lifted her hands from her side and slowly twirled in circles staring up the pristine white walls to the gently illuminated ceiling high above. Fenrir now sitting on his sofa looking from her to the roof then back to his lap where his blade was perched between his feet, resting on its flat against his thigh to be cleaned.

                "It's just a house, you're so weird..." He smiled to himself busying himself with cleaning his weapon. Keida pouted in annoyance and went to speak but he cut her off, "You can take your gear off... There's spare racks in the armory through that door to your right, feel free to store anything you need there for now... And didn't you want first dibs on bathing? I suggest you move it, or I'll revoke that part of our deal..." He smirked cockily over his shoulder, making her face bunch.

                "Fine... Which way?" She asked flatly making him hum curiously, looking up from his work, "Which way to the bath"

                "Upstairs, turn left, third door on your right..." He replied, eyes averted down once more. She nodded, removing most of her armor, now casually wandering upstairs in her underarmor towards the bath. She followed his instruction, soon finding the monstrously huge marble room. The whole bathroom itself, like a Roman Bath. She saw the bath's center 'plug', climbing into the pool of a thing and quickly scuttled over pressing it down into place. After almost vaulting back out of the bath, she saw the fine Yukomo wood pull handle hanging nearby, figuring it being the trigger. She pulled it down carefully once, and hot water instantly began spewing from the mouth of the giant, full bodied Lagiacrus carving at the far end of the bath, coiled upon itself reared high with its mighty jaws agape. She smiled to herself admiring the creativity before undressing as the bath filled behind her.

                "Meow-ster?" Lyger purred, from where he lay atop the fire place across the living room, his eyes closed while his tail waved contently.

                "Yes, Lyger?"

                "Why did you send hurr' to your purr-ivate bathroom?" The Felyne asked almost cockily, smiling to himself as he awaited his master's reply. There was nothing for a while, just the sound of cloth sweeping down blade before there was a tired grunt as Fenrir stood.

                "I don't know what you mean" Fenrir replied, a smile to his voice that made Lyger purr warmly as his master headed upstairs. He gathered two changed of clothes and an extra towel from his wardrobe, before quite calmly and nonchalantly entering the bathroom. Keida was neck deep thankfully when the door casually swung open and she screamed in horror covering herself to hide herself through the water, forgetting it was like a sauna in there, the steam doing most of the work for here.

                "What are you doing in here!? Get out!" She cried in fright, Fenrir doing quite the opposite, actually continuing to invite himself in and hung up the extra towel, set the clothes on the bench and started fishing off his underarmor also, "Are you deaf or just a pervert!? Get out!" She screamed again making him grunt irritably.

                "Quit screaming, its late, you'll piss off the neighbors"

                "I don't care! Get out you freak!"

                "Hey! My house- My private bathroom- My rules" Fenrir grumbled as he fished off his briefs making her spin around in shock, trying to funnel her vision and cover herself at the same time as he stepped down into the bath, sighing at length as he reclined onto a seat against the wall. There was silence, angry silence. Keida glared and glared from her steam shrouded safety spot before he sat up and rest his elbows on the ledge, "If you think I'm going to make a pass at you or get grabby, I won't... I ache, I'm tired, I just want to have my bath and go to bed... I mean it, I promise it will be all yours tomorrow...".

                "Still doesn't make up for this! If you'd said something I might have been okay with it!" She countered, still staying well sunk beneath the water.

                "well, my bad... Come sit down, your knees will cramp if you stay curled up down there" He said resting his head back against the edge of the bath, eyes closed simply letting his muscles soak. There was silence once more before the light rippling of water as she waded back up to his end of the bath and sat down, still awkwardly covering her chest. He smiled to himself before slowly lifting his head and looked at her, "I don't know why you're so concerned... I've seen breasts before, nothing new or to be ashamed of-"

                "I know that! It's like you just getting your junk out or being spied on while you're naked" She snapped back, partially surprised as he simply shrugged before speaking.

                "A dick is a dick... Seen one you seen 'em all... And no see there's a difference here, I willingly got undressed, if I was in the middle of something questionable and you walked in- THEN I'd be in shock and dismay, yes..." He said with a nod of his head as he spoke.

                "There's no point trying to talk to you about this is there?"

                "None whatsoever..." He replied almost instantly before tucking a hand towel behind his neck and let out another throaty sigh sinking into the hot water. Keida huffed with a weak smirk watching him relax before cupping the water in her hand and scrubbed it over her face, forcing herself to relax. She repeated the motion a few times in between rolling the hot water up her arms and massaging her shoulders and trying to get palmfulls of water to her hair- refusing to go under to prevent the risk of HIM calling HER a pervert.

                "There's a small wooden bucket and oils on the shelf behind you... You can use those if you really wanted to clean up..." Fenrir suddenly spoke up, eyes still closed as he effortlessly soaked away nearby. She pivoted and saw the shelf, shuffling over and collected the fine, shallow but wide bucket and read the bottles carefully.

                "You have Rose and Cinnamon repair oil for your hair?" She sniggered making him open one eye and look at her flatly.

                "I take pride in my appearance-"

                "For who? Your helmet? You're a solo contractor, you hate it when people recognize and talk to you..." She replied bluntly making him shuffle getting comfy again and he closed his eye.

                "Maybe I just like to smell pretty, okay?"

                "Alright... Sure, dork..." She smiled putting the bottle back and collected another setting it on the bath's edge before filling the bucket and slowly poured it over her head, letting out a satisfied and hearty groan of approval.

                "Works better than your hands, huh?"

                "Shut up... Just- Keep soaking you crusty Diablos..."

                "Yes ma'am..."

                "Glad to see you're starting to learn your place" She smiled pouring another bucket of water over head, only to open her eyes seeing a full smirk carved up his cheek. She popped the cork from the bottle and gently drizzled a small amount onto the top of her head before quickly re-corking and put it aside, massaging the oil through her short brown hair.

                "Razz Berry, Mint, Orange seed and Ginger essence... My favorite one, nice choice" Fenrir said, making her look across at him in surprise, his eyes still shut before he carefully sat up and stretched, aqua eyes opening onto her. She shot crimson as he stared at her blankly making her slowly pivot around to have her back to him while she finished massaging the oil through her hair. "Care to pass me the rose stuff? I need to use it every few days". She awkwardly turned back around and looked at him, pointing to herself with a curious hum making him shrug, "Who else would I be talking too?"

                "Oh... Here, sorry" She replied sheepishly handing him the rose and cinnamon bottle from before, nodding when he took it with an acknowledging grunt. She rinsed her hair thoroughly, running her fingers through it all over to make sure she didn't have any soaked up greasy bits before Fenrir's winces caught her attention, "Are you okay?"

                "Yeah, I'm fine... Just sore, that's all... Hurts to hold my arms up too long at the moment, its only muscle soreness, should be better in a day or so... Had some big hunts earlier this week before Giga and I were forced to-" He paused and looked across, seeing her unimpressed stare and folded arms meet him dead on.

                "Forced to what? Babysit me?" She finished for him bitterly making him huff and attempt to continue with his task at hand.

                "Sorry... But yeah, something like that- Augh, Damn it!" He hissed letting his arms drop down, rolling his neck and shoulders carefully with groans of pain, eyes closed and brow furrowed in concentration.

                "Move."



                "What?"

                "Move! Your hands are in the way, just put them in your lap or something!" She snapped settling beside him and starting to massage the oil back through his hair for him, softly raking her nails through it like a comb. Surprisingly, he did as instructed. Obediently he put his hands to his lap and turned a little on the ledge so she could sit directly behind him, keeping still and let her move his head how she needed to reach. "Hold your breath I'm about to start rinsing okay?". He nodded and took a breath, the hot bath water soon cascading over his head and shoulders. She repeated for him like she did herself, dragging her nails through his hair from all angles making sure it was rinsed properly before lightly shoving his head forward and sat beside him, bringing her knees up to meet her chest, "There... All clean".

                "Thank you for doing that, I appreciate it, very much" He said with a tone that was less than convincing, but both were clearly too tired to argue anymore, she instead smiled sweetly and nodded as he sat back beside her. "Your breasts are bigger than I thought they were" He suddenly said sounding a lot more energetic, yet lazily scratched his cheek and shadowed stubble along his jaw, ignoring her look of embarrassed horror.

                "What is that even supposed to mean! How do you know that!" She cried putting her hands to her chest and leant away.

                "You didn't notice? They kept pressing against my back the whole time you cleaned my hair" His response as casual as ever, now turning his head to look at her and blinked curiously at her completely rosey face and tear swollen eyes before she let out a mortified cry of embarrassment and leapt out of the bath snatching a towel around her, grabbed one of the changes of clothes and took off out of the bathroom. Fenrir watched her dash out before scrubbing his hand back through his hair and shrugged, his fingers lingering back through his hair and he smiled, "She did a really nice job..."

                "Unbelievable!" She whimpered still crimson cheeked as she awkwardly and quickly dried off and mercy dash changed into the clothes provided to be sure he wouldn't walk in on her naked. She'd dove into the nearest room to change, relieved that the room across the hall was unlocked and no Lyger to awkwardly greet her naked self. She went to open the door to leave when the handle turned under her hand, only just giving her enough time to stumble back out of the way before the door came swinging open as Fenrir stepping in.

                "Oh... This is where you went"

                "What do you mean! I went to change now I'm going to bed, so- Where is that?" She barked in a fluster, making his brow raise, pointing behind her casually. She turned on her heel to see the giant king bed up onto its own stair skirted platform, the head of the bed against the giant glass window, donned in furs and throw pillows, "So... This is-?"

                "My room? Yes. Yes it is..." He answered before tossing both his and her underarmor onto another expensive looking wooden bench beside the door. He wore the same black sweat pants as her, but they obviously fit better on him, and he chose to go without the long sleeve that went with it, refolding it and putting it away. She stood embarrassed once more, fidgeting with the bottom of the shirt, the sleeves bunching over her knuckles making her look like a two year old. "So are you coming to bed or what?"

                "This house is huge... You don't have a guest bed?" She asked quietly, not daring to look at him.

                "No? I have no visitors... I have no family that stays, and I live alone... Unless you want to curl up on the floor of Lyger's room, this is the only bed" He shrugged with his eyes fixed on the back of her, her shoulders visibly shuddering in the dim lantern light, "If this is too much for you i'll go sleep on the sofa"

                "What?"

                "You're shaking, and it's not an 'I'm cold' shake either... You have the bed, I'll go downstairs" He repeated picking up one of the stray blankets at the foot of the bed and headed past.

                "Wait!", Keida cried grabbing his arm with both of hers as he stepped past, freezing him in his tracks, "Don't go downstairs"

                "Are you sure? You're not handling this very well..."



                "A man I don't know from a bar of soap has basically seen me naked, thrown me around like a rag doll emotionally from sunrise, gotten me drunk, made me fight alone, felt my breasts pressed against him and is sharing a bed with me- all on the first day of meeting me..." She paused looked up at him, his tired scowl softening and he sighed, "Can you understand why I'm a little frazzled right now?"

                "Yeah... I can. So you must be tired, c'mon, rest" He said softly, stepping around her to turn her and walked back up to bed, holding her hands on his arm as he went, "You first...". She let go of his arm and climbed onto the massive bed, she could have walked around, having room around all sides, aside from the head of the bed, this was just quicker. Once settled, Fenrir was right behind her. She nestled in under the blankets with her back to him, sinking into the luxurious mattress and thick pillows, almost instantly falling asleep. Fenrir snuffed out the lantern beside the bed and un-buttoned a silk sash that held a pair of thin curtains aside, letting them sweep across the window at the head of the bed, dulling the bright moonlight shining in above them. He rolled over to face her and unintentionally uttered in surprise, seeing her back to him before sighing and tucked in under the covers getting settled. She felt him move about getting comfortable, but not roll away. Finally he stretch and muzzled deep into his pillow, the arm he was laying on having his hand tucked under the pillow, his other placed just a ways in front of his face, not far from her back.

                "Hey..." She whispered softly when he'd fallen still behind her.

                "Hmm?"

                "How long has it been?"

                "How long has it been since what?" He asked opening his eyes to her back curiously.

                "Since you shared your bed with someone...". There was silence. Dead silence. Neither of them moved for what seemed like an eternity, his hand that lay in front of him tucked back slightly and she heard him swallow.

                "... A long time now" came the quiet and sad reply, as he closed his eyes again. Again there was silence, but not the silence of a calm city and sweet dreams, but of heartache, loneliness and pain. His brow had creased like he was trying to force himself to sleep, only making him become more awake, unintentionally fisting the covers that lay beneath his hand. Keida wriggled back a little and reached back over her hip, blinding patting for what lay behind her. His eyes opened when he felt her hand wrap around his wrist and blinked against the dim light, "What are you-?"

                "Not a long time anymore" Keida said softly as she gently pulled his arm to lay over her side, then tucked her hand back up under her chin, instantly falling asleep. Fenrir stared at the back of her head for a moment, his fingers twitching slightly to instinctively tuck in against her belly and rake her close. He forced himself not to and simply lay his arm over her waist, compensating by moving a little closer, to rest his forearm to the bed, his bicep against her ribs.

                "Goodnight, Keida..."