I Use the Term "Missionary" Loosely

Priestly opened the bathroom door, grinning broadly.

"Marsy--do you need company?" he called.

He jumped to his feet out of instinct.

"I-I don't think you want a cold shower..."

He frowned.

"Why are you taking a cold shower?"

He sighed slightly.

"I told you, I have to keep my body temperature down."

"Oh, right..." he smiled slightly. "Does this mean I made you all hot and bothered last night?"

"No, it means that sleeping in a bed with blankets is really hot." He replied simply. "I need somewhere better to sleep..."

"On top of me without any blankets," he suggested with a grin. "I won't even wear clothes."

"...I think I'll buy an old-fashioned bathtub with legs so I can sleep in it in my room." He decided, ignoring Priestly.

He frowned.

"But then we can't cuddle."

"...Either I rot faster and we cuddle, or I stay nice and together and we don't cuddle." He said simply.

"...Can I join you in your bathtub?" he asked, pouting.

"Will you bathe in ice first so that your body temperature will be as low as mine?"

He nodded without hesitation.

He sighed.

"Fine..."

Priestly jumped into the shower, nuzzling Mars.

"I love you, baby~!"

He squeaked in surprise, but when he recovered he said, "I love you, too~"

He kissed him on the lips, nuzzling him gently.

Cyprus smiled softly at him.

"What are we going to do?"

"About what?" he asked, holding him close.

"Our lives..." He said simply. "What now?"

"...We wait for the Lord's guidance, don't we?" he said brightly.

"...While we're waiting, what do we do?" He asked, frowning deeply.

"...Pray?" he said, blinking. "We can't really go demon hunting..."

He sighed softly.

"This could be quite...boring."

He nodded.

"Well...at least we're together?" He pecked Mars's cheek.