United in misery

That was so fucking good - but she should be sleeping normally. This was an exception. It was only a bit after midnight and she still has about 6 hours or so for her energy to recover.

She had promised to make it up to him, even though it seemed like he was the one doing her a favor once again. Her feelings toward that man were hard to hide, as she spiraled into deeper love, fueled by her admiration. 

As she pondered what he might be doing, she deduced that he must be tired too and probably ready to sleep, considering it was already morning in his world.

As she struggled to remove the helmet from her head, a pounding headache hit her. Her vision grew hazy, which delayed her toilet date by a few minutes.

Eventually, the discomfort eased after a single pill and she managed to eat a small meal before giving in to sleep.

Thanks to these 5 hours, she managed to wake up quite refreshed. She laid down again and put her helmet on, eager to meet with her lover.

A sense of chill ran down her spine when she wriggled out of the warm blanket she was wrapped into. In her world, it was about 6 PM, but over here, the sun was just beginning to emerge from the eastern horizon.

Anna held her breath as she watched the stunning view through the shimmering veil of willow branches covered in tiny leaves.

As the first rays of the sun pierced through the darkness, the sky transformed into a canvas of enchanting hues. Shades of deep purple and indigo gradually give way to soft pinks and oranges, as if the heavens are gently awakening from their slumber. The wispy clouds on the horizon catch fire, ablaze with fiery shades of crimson, gold, and amber, as if they are embracing the warm touch of sunlight.

"Did you sleep well?" A deep hum forced her eyes to break from the breathtaking view. Bugak crouched down to her level and reached out, gently rubbing her cheek.

A warm sensation spread through her, enveloping her in comfort. She nodded in response to his question, unable to find words to express her gratitude for his care.

Anna held onto his hand, her face pressed against his palm as if longing for his touch. His eyes softened as he pulled her closer and left a single kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry you had to wait this long," Anna sighed as she raised her eyes back to the horizon "Are sunrises always this beautiful?"

"I suppose? I never really thought about that this way. Most night creatures crawl back to their nests before the night sky starts to fade, so sunrise always brings a sense of relief to me," He admitted before another question came to his mind "You never saw a sunrise before?"

"I saw them in movies, but it was never this pretty. In my world, the layer of smog and dust creates a barrier that allows only a small amount of daylight to reach us."

"You mean like a dense fog?" His frown gave the impression that he had no idea how to imagine smog or dust in such a way that it would cover the sun.

"Yes," A smile popped up on her face. He was adorable in his sweet nescience. But something didn't feel right.

Anna wriggled a bit more and sighed. "Bugak, you are so rude. Why would you pump this much in me? I can feel it leaking out. It's everywhere," She lifted the blanket and discovered a small puddle in between her thighs.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," He laughed and helped her stand up. A thin string of his fluids stuck to her inner thigh before it slowly oozed lower.

Bugak watched it with growing interest "I can -"

"No! None of your lewd ways to clean it, I need to wash up," She jumped into his thoughts and strode off.

"I wanted to tuck it back in," His loud, genuine laugh made her blush in embarrassment as she scuttled naked toward the shore.

He had some "projects" he was working on when she was gone, but it all can wait. He found a comfortable place to sit and watched her bathing in shallow water with a content smile.

A sense of serenity and captivation washed over him as he observed her movements. The soft ripples formed around her figure, while the gentle breeze caressed her wet skin. He couldn't help but be drawn to her elegance.