"Okay...Who needs pillows anyway?" She whispered. Stepping forward, she slipped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest

His arms gently wrapped over her, careful not to hold her to tightly. He had a soft heart and a good soul, he was so different than those angels and yet his father was one of them.

Electa smiled before pulling away, moving to sit on the edge of the camp bed, beginning to brush her hair. She did that every night, but she didn't think it's ever felt so charged with meaning.

He carefully sat besides her, running a hand through his own hair. He huffed a little as he realized his hair still showed that he'd encountered that electric shock. It still colored his hair a bit, but the black dyed tips had begun to fade from the light blond hair of his.

She didn't mind, she kind of thought that the black looked good. She kissed him again, slowly. "I can't believe that I can just do that whenever I want to now," she whispered. "You may not be getting much done for the next few weeks. Or months, or years."

He blushed brightly and shyly covered his face with his hands, peaking a little at her through his fingers. "I-I would m-mind." He said softly.

"Do you want to go to bed?" She asked softly. Then, for the second time that night, she felt her face flame at the question. Sleep! She had meant sleep, not that that sounded much better

His blush went wild and he hid his face with his hands fully again, whimpering shyly.

Her skin was on fire. "I mean sleep," she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. How had she not learned the first time?

He sighed, nodding as he lowered his hands. His face was full on blush like never before. He kept his eyes averted so he wouldn't start thinking dirty things.