[Shiro would be lying if he didn't admit there was a bit of a thrill about risking being found but he tries not to listen to that. More important than that is keeping her safe and that extends to her reputation, or maybe rather the persona she has to wear so often and will have to wear more in the future once the galaxy is safe again.

He still feels the little thrill down his spine when her lips touch his jaw and her loose strands of hair fall over his forehead. With their backs to the door like this anyone walking in could assume she was simply leaning on the couch to read over his shoulder. Or that's what he tells himself.

His eyes fall shut at the butterfly brush of her lips and he inhales, feeling tension he always carries bleed out of his shoulders a little. She can kick his ass - and she brings him the most amazing peace and softness. His jaw tips, just a little, toward her.]

Maybe. [His lips smile though and he doesn't open his eyes. He's only reading the poetry because of her. He wants to understand where she came from and poetry seems like a good place to find a culture's heart.] A little practice with Black. Some time in the training room. Went exploring the castle a bit more. Checked out some star charts. [His shoulders shrug and his thumb rubs soft circles on the warm skin of her inside wrist.] You?