And that shift garnered a long, content sigh from Irene, who immediately nestled her head into the crook of Amaya's shoulder, idly pressing a kiss to her neck before settling.

"Mmhmm. Maybe as good as the sex," she murmured, and -- okay, that was clearly some pre-caffeine talking. Not that she didn't feel that way -- she did, and really, maybe it was sometimes even better than sex, this level of intimacy, and how long it had taken to get here just added to that, and....

Well. Whatever. It wasn't exactly a secret that Irene liked a cuddle. At least, if it was anything of a secret, it was something Amaya had likely uncovered long, long ago.