Ten, fifteen...
The fairy light strapped to the wall beside their shared bed was enumerated with little stars, their spikes too inviting not to count for Near's woezy, loitering mind.
Twenty...twenty-five...thirty...
Mello's calm heartbeat reverberated soothingly inside Near's right ear. Her chest rose steadily in pattern with the cardiotic intervals. The short yet sharpened edges of long, deft fingers grazed the pale skin of her sensitive back.
...Fourty...sixty...
Near's head rightened, chin resting on the firm sternum of her partner. A single eye pried open to meet her own.
"What's up, cotton candy?"
"Something. I just suddenly got butterflies.."
The edges of Mello's mouth curved into a smirk.
"You like the nails?"
"Everything is so comfortable tonight. I miss you so much when you're not home. The more comfortable I get, the more I have to think of sharing the moment with you.."
"Baby..."
Near sat up in her significant other's lap.
"It's not that I don't trust you to return in one piece.. It's just-", her hands found the other woman's stomach she'd been lying upon only moments before. The top Mello had put on to solely serve Near's comfort stretched lusciously over her muscular stomach.
"L probably never has those problems. With them being shut in together in that cabin, without anywhere to go."
A yearning thumb found itself strolling across Near's cheek, lips' edges and chin. Mello's sharp, attentive eyes studied her closely, framing every sensation with precise detail. Near's soft skin, plumes decorating it, the marshmallowy scent of nostalgia accompanying her image, worried and loving gaze on her so sternly.
"I think you should start hiring investigators to go in stead of you. Wammy's provides enough resources for their most valuable assets to stay safe."
Mello's gaze softened.
"You should consider staying in more", Near insisted, "If you get cabin fever, we can always take trips or consider moving to a more populated area. It-"
With a humble tug of the lace around her neck, Near's balance effortlessly persuaded to topple, meeting, melting into the other's warm lips. Nears phlegmatic words were surrounded by a soft dough. The cozy, dim light riding the edges of Mello's features, the runny sensation of her warmth and nurture.
Drawing apart, Mello coned Near's chin.
"You sure talk a lot, sweetness."
"...No more talking...", it came through a silent sigh. "Not for now."
A simple, unpursed kiss was enough to reel Near back in.
At first, the smooth orb through her partner's tongue seemed unusual and icky, but Near had grown quite feeble towards the sensation. When Mello's purposeful hands ran along her thighs Near felt the periods of attachment between their mouths become expanded more and more, and as she felt the other woman's arms timidly snake below her shirt to pull her body closer she knew there was no such thing as a cruel side to Mello.