@dcviated asked: Eira is laying facedown on the couch reading. Big shirt (its Jin's) and... uh... đ€ guess you could check if there's anything else!!!
"I'm home..! Sorry, I'm late. Some new recruits got into a fight and the paperwork got a bit-"
He stops in his tracks once he steps into the living room, getting a look at the sight before him. Heh. How typical. Jin could only wonder what excuse Eira would have in store for this one. Perhaps her clothes were in the wash...again. Still, she looked good in his shirts. Perhaps even better than he did.
Predictably, his eyes wander over to her legs. And how could he not? The shirt cut off at just the perfect point to accentuate (what Jin believed to be) the Silver Pheonix's best quality. Of course, with how oversized his shirt was on her, much was left to the imagination. In a way, it was preferable to leave things be. but curiosity won over. Fingers pinch at the hems of the shirt and with a lift...nothing! Predictable, but a welcome sight nonetheless. And was that a smirk he saw? Eira's face may have been buried in her book, but she wasn't exactly hiding it.
Shoes and jacket are unceremoniously thrown off, as the Hero of Ikaruga settles himself into the couch and climbs on his lover's back. She was so warm...Something that he always loved. Jin's head moves closer to hers, taking a look at her book. Looked like some thriller novel. Although he was far more focused on her at the moment.
"So...What are you reading?"
Whatever it was, a bookmark could very well be in order.








