Vritra held her firmly, supporting her weight as she melted into a puddle of blissful exhaustion, his own breathing heavy and ragged.
They stayed like that for a long minute, holding each other in the quiet aftermath, letting the violent storm of emotions and pleasure slowly subside.
Finally, Evelyn let out a long, shaky breath, her eyes returning to their usual sharp focus, though a lingering softness remained when she looked at him.
Reluctantly, they both stepped back and began to straighten their clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles and hiding the evidence of their passionate encounter.
Once they were both completely presentable, looking as untouchable and composed as before, Vritra waved his hand and the spatial realm dissolved.
The cold air of the cloud palace rushed over them as they reappeared in the corridor.
Armin instantly stepped forward, his eyes darting between the two of them, trying to catch any signs of foul play.
