I lay on the bed, exhausted and sore from the earlier lovemaking. Every inch of my body ached, and I could barely muster the energy to move. As I lay there, I watched Death move around the kitchen gracefully and efficiently.
She seemed to effortlessly chop vegetables, boil water, and fry meat, all while humming a tune under her breath. The smell of her cooking filled the room, and my stomach growled in anticipation. Finally. Something to eat after all that seggs.
"Lunch is ready, YN," she said, placing the plate of food on the bedside table. "I made your favorite - chicken noodle soup."
I sat up slowly, wincing as my sore muscles protested the movement. Death sat beside me, handing me a spoon and a napkin. The soup's first sip sent warmth through my body, and I felt a sense of contentment wash over me.
"Thank you, Death," I said, looking at her with gratitude. "And also not destroying my pelvis." I added, and she giggled, "I don't plan on doing that, but if you want...I could do that for you." She smiled wickedly, and I immediately refused.
We ate in comfortable silence, the only sounds coming from the occasional clinking of silverware and the soft rustle of the sheets. As we finished our meal, Death leaned over to gently kiss me on the forehead.
"Rest up, YN," she said, standing up and gathering the dishes. "We still have a lot of things to do." With that, she left. Minutes later, Death returned to the living room, "Do you want me to give you a massage to ease the soreness, YN?" she asked softly.
I nodded eagerly, grateful for her offer. Death sat beside me and began to work on the tense muscles in my back, applying just the right amount of pressure to help alleviate the discomfort. Her hands were warm and strong, and I relaxed under her touch.
As she continued to work on my back, Death asked me if the soreness was from our "training session" earlier. I confirmed that it was, and she chuckled lightly. "I love how you do it to me. Put me in my place and all." As she continued her work, she said, "Please don't tell me we're doing it again after the massage." I mumbled.
Death continued to knead my sore muscles, her touch sending waves of relief through my body. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply, feeling the tension slowly dissipate.
After what seemed like an eternity of blissful relaxation, Death finally finished the massage. She asked me how I felt, and I replied with a contented smile. "Much better, thank you," I said. "Sin problema, mi amor," Death said with a gentle smile.
Bianca POV 3rd
Bianca tossed and turned in bed, trying to find a comfortable sleeping position. She had been feeling restless lately, plagued by nightmares that left her feeling more drained than when she went to bed. Just as she was about to drift off, she saw him.
Standing at the foot of her bed, Death's sickles glinting in the moonlight. Bianca's heart raced as Death slowly made his way toward her. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. She could feel his icy breath on her face as he loomed over her.
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