crying out into the dark night

Venom had spoken her piece, she’d very blatantly told Hattori what she wanted, how she felt, and though they’d come to no consensus she was excited. That was obvious in her contentment as she gently groomed Hattori’s neck and chest. He didn’t stop her, something she’d half expected. The fluttering feeling of her heart and body wouldn’t subside, but with every caress of her forked tongue Venom felt herself drowsing. Sleep threatened to reclaim her, but she had woken in the middle of what should have been the longest sleep of her day. Despite this being the first time she was allowed so close, and to be so intimate, Venom’s body was exhausted.

Her movements had nearly slowed by the time he spoke, like he could read her mind he mentioned her sleep. Hattori promised his presence to her. Sunset gaze had long since slipped closed, but as his words Venom relaxed further against his body and allowed herself to be told what to do. To let sleep take hold of her once more and allow her shinobi to watch over her.