[ He's come to notice this more "embarrassing" side of herself that he imagines she would otherwise keep to herself. So that when she downright snuggles into him, he actually is receptive and doesn't shy away either. There was good reason that these two found themselves being so explosive from their first encounter. Nobody ever planned for something as downright eruptive as what their typical fuck sessions became; it's the fact that the two of them were starved of physical affection for so long that it was all coming out beneath the roof of the House.
Mitsuru may not be so awake yet, but his own senses were razor sharp. It came with the territory with practically sleeping with one eye open every night after taking on the mantle of Ragna the Bloodedge. If he hadn't, he wouldn't be a wanted man for very long by the time the vigilantes got to him. His body visibly stiffens as he can tell that there's someone else here. But he also doesn't want to just outright yell out and wake up his partner. Nami? Perhaps another guest that she's taken a liking to? Or perhaps it was an ill-advised housekeeping round. Or her personal chef who no doubt would have prepared breakfast for the illustrious Queen of Hearts.
Either way... ]
...nooot in the mood.
[ To deal with whoever is out there and on their way. So he does the only sensible thing in the moment, regardless of whether or not this stirs the voluptuous, naked redhead pressing up against his own nude form (save for the black sleeve he keeps on his right arm). Throwing the blankets up and over both of their heads, he huddles down as he listens for whether or not the presence would draw nearer or not. All the while keeping his eyes intent upon the sleeping Queen as his hand gently strums up and down the small of her back. ]
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Mitsuru may not be so awake yet, but his own senses were razor sharp. It came with the territory with practically sleeping with one eye open every night after taking on the mantle of Ragna the Bloodedge. If he hadn't, he wouldn't be a wanted man for very long by the time the vigilantes got to him. His body visibly stiffens as he can tell that there's someone else here. But he also doesn't want to just outright yell out and wake up his partner. Nami? Perhaps another guest that she's taken a liking to? Or perhaps it was an ill-advised housekeeping round. Or her personal chef who no doubt would have prepared breakfast for the illustrious Queen of Hearts.
Either way... ]
...nooot in the mood.
[ To deal with whoever is out there and on their way. So he does the only sensible thing in the moment, regardless of whether or not this stirs the voluptuous, naked redhead pressing up against his own nude form (save for the black sleeve he keeps on his right arm). Throwing the blankets up and over both of their heads, he huddles down as he listens for whether or not the presence would draw nearer or not. All the while keeping his eyes intent upon the sleeping Queen as his hand gently strums up and down the small of her back. ]