lune

32.

She laughs as his hands get tangled in her hair, and they lie together after the throes of passion.

"Love you." Ulquiorra murmurs, voice rumbling deep in his chest.

Nelliel smiles at him sleepily, she kisses his cheek, and murmurs back. "Love you too."

Being here, living, existing, sleeping, waking… all of it counts.

Especially if she's here with him.

Tonight they sleep, and tomorrow they wake; and once more will their love exist with the start of new day, comparable to the brightness of a sun and the softness of a moon.

a/n. For Suk-fong. Hope you enjoyed. Merry Christmas!