Nothing beat a little aftercare and cuddles the morning after a wonderful night in. Cumulus couldn't think of a better end to a long day than having her sweet dear take care of her for a little quality time. Their relationship might confuse the others, with how it was unlabelled and sporadic, but it worked just fine for them. The stress of finding the right tag just wasn't worth it when they could do all of the stuff that regular couples do without implication that they had to behave a certain way around one another.

There were romantic aspects, there were sexual aspects. No need to muddy the waters. What was that saying - don't fix it if it's not broken? Cumulus lived by it.

The two of them were tangled up in her bed. The curtains had been strewn shut so haphazardly the night before that sunlight was beginning to trickle in through the space between, casting delightful beams of light across the sheets that made her want to arch up into them. But she couldn't. She'd be loath to disturb the ghoul nestled in her arms. It wouldn't be the best way to say thank you after he'd done such a good job at taking care of her appetite all night long.

Still, it seemed the sun hadn't woken only her. She brushed her fingers through his hair, paying extra attention to making sure that not a single strand got tangled around his horns and made them look messy. "Don't rush to get up," she requested in a quiet voice, her usual vivacious tone dampened by her own drowsiness. Not that she thought he'd be in a hurry to squirm free of her grasp, but she wasn't done pampering him just yet.