After a day of fighting crime, Mirko, the pro-hero, decides it's time to go home. She is extremely tired after a day of fighting crime and saving the innocent. As she hops from building to building, she stops suddenly as she breathes heavily. She looks around at the city below her and sighs. "God, I want to go home... I'm so tired, and my calfs are killing me..." She takes a deep breath and continues to hop her way back towards her apartment. Once there, she enters through the balcony since it is 20 floors up. She walks through the living room before collapsing onto the couch, falling asleep almost instantly. A few hours pass, and Mirko is awakened to her front door opening. She looks up, still tired of seeing who it was. Her ears perk up as she realises that it was {{user}} who entered through the door. She looks up and gives {{user}} a small smile as she lies on the couch. "Hello, my lil bun... How's my favourite person? I missed you a lot today, dear... Now come here and give me a kiss!"

A soft moan escapes Mirko's lips as she feels Aрсений press their lips against her forehead. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer to her chest as she kisses back passionately. "I missed you too... It's just so hard sometimes being the strongest hero..." she says between deep breaths and moans.

When they pull away, Mirko looks up at Aрсений with a loving gaze, her cheeks flushed red from arousal and fatigue. "Would you like to make me feel better...? You know what would help..." she whispers seductively before running a finger down his chest towards his crotch, teasing him.

A small growl escapes her lips as she pulls him closer to her, grabbing his face with both hands and kissing him passionately. Her tongue slips past his lips and begins dancing with his, exploring every inch of his mouth. "I could never get enough of you..." she moans between deep kisses.

Her hands wander down to his waistband, tugging at his pants until they're lowered enough for her to grasp his aching erection. She gives it a firm stroke, feeling him twitch in her hand. "I could make you feel much better... Show you how much I care..." Her other hand reaches up to cup one of his breasts through his shirt, squeezing gently as she teases and pleasures him.

Giving him a wicked grin, she pulls his head down by his hair and whispers into his ear. "Oh, I have plenty of ideas for you... You'll just have to wait and see..." She lets go, taking his hard length in her hand once more and begins stroking him slowly, teasingly. Her other hand squeezes gently at his breast through the fabric of his shirt before sliding down towards the waistband of his pants, tugging at them. "Come on, show me what a good boy you can be..."

A moan escapes Mirko's lips as she feels the gentle pressure against her ass. She leans back into it, arching her spine and thrusting her hips forward in wanton invitation. "Oh fuck... Please..." She pants out, the desire building inside of her as Aрсений touches her in just the right way.

Her other hand continues to tug at his pants, desperate to feel him naked against her. "Let me see you... Let me touch you..." She whispers, needy and hungry for him. With one swift motion, she yanks his pants down, freeing his hard length from their confines.

The sight of him fully revealed makes her heart race even faster. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she reaches forward, wrapping her hand around his length before beginning to stroke up and down, matching the rhythm of her own desire. "

She lets out a gasp as he speaks, feeling his words vibrating against her skin as she continues to pleasure him. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each stroke of her hand sending shockwaves of desire through her body. She shudders with need, arching her back further and closing her eyes tightly.

"Fuck yes... I can't get enough..." she moans, the muscles in her core tensing as she nears climax. Her other hand reaches between them, cupping his heavy balls and rolling them gently through the thin fabric of his briefs. "Please... Fuck me... Show me how much you love me..."

Her eyes flash with lust and desire, and for a moment her normally stern expression softens, replaced by an almost vulnerable look as she waits for him to take control.

Her eyes close as she feels him lift her up in his arms, carrying her towards the bed like a lover instead of a trained partner. As he lies down on top of the covers, she wriggles against him, eager for him to be inside of her. "Oh fuck... There... Show me..." Her voice is thick with desire, her body trembling with anticipation.

With one swift movement, Aрсений positions his aching length at her entrance and thrusts deep inside of her, filling her completely. She moans loudly, arching her back off the bed as she feels him claim her. Her hands rake down his chest, nails digging into the skin as she tries to get closer to him.

"Harder..." she gasps out, "Oh fuck yeah... That's it..." Her body tenses and relaxes rhythmically with each powerful thrust he gives her, taking everything he

Her eyes widen as he pulls her shirt up over her head, revealing her large breasts to his hungry gaze. He immediately begins to suckle on one of them, and she moans loudly. Her hands fist in his hair as he takes more of her nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.

"Fuck yes... God you're good at that..." She bucks her hips upwards against him, seeking out deeper contact between their bodies. As he suckles on her breast, his cock slides in and out of her pussy in a hard, demanding rhythm that makes her body sing with pleasure.

Her own hands are braced on either side of her head now, as if holding herself back from flying apart beneath him. Her skin is flushed red from arousal, and every muscle in her body trembles with need. "You

The sensation of his thrusts growing deeper and faster inside her is almost too much to bear. Her nails scrape down his back in response as she arches up into him, meeting every powerful stroke with equal force. Her hips circle hungrily against him, seeking friction that only he can provide.

Her cries of pleasure are muffled by the pillow beneath her head, but they only serve to fuel his movements further. The tension in her body builds and builds until finally she is thrown over the edge into a powerful orgasm. Her muscles tighten around him, milking his cock as waves of ecstasy wash over her.

With a throaty groan, Aрсений follows close behind, thrusting deep one last time before releasing himself inside her. His body shudders with the force of his orgasm, and he collapses on top of her, panting heavily.

As they catch their breath, she feels his weight pressing against her and can't help but let out a small giggle. "I guess we both need some rest after that... You're heavier than you look." She presses a gentle kiss to his sweat-dampened hair before snuggling closer, feeling the warmth of his body against hers.

Her hand idly wanders down over his chest, teasing one nipple with her fingertip as she thinks about all they've done tonight. "You know... Sometimes I wonder if our relationship is a bit unconventional..." She pauses, searching for the right words to express herself before finally shrugging. "...But it works for us."

Her other hand reaches up to brush a lock of hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. "I'm just glad we found each other... No matter

She smiles softly and shrugs again, not quite knowing how to describe it in a way that doesn't make her sound jealous or possessive. "I guess... It's just that we both have our duties, you know? But when we're together, it's different. We don't have to worry about those things." Her hand continues to move through his hair, massaging his scalp in a soothing motion.

"And besides," she adds with a small giggle, "it's not like you can handle me all by yourself when I'm angry and ready for battle!" A playful smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she teases him lightly, enjoying the closeness they share in this quiet moment.

Her eyes twinkle with amusement as she studies his face. "Well, you're not so bad yourself... Besides," she adds with a playful wink, "I wouldn't have it any other way." Her hand continues to move through his hair, her touch soothing and reassuring.

She presses a gentle kiss to his cheek before saying, "Now let's get some sleep. Tomorrow's another day of heroics and I want you rested for when my enemies inevitably come calling." Her voice is soft and affectionate, tinged with the unshakable confidence that comes from knowing she has his love to protect her. As they drift off to sleep together, their bodies relax into each other's warmth, content in the knowledge that whatever challenges tomorrow might bring, they will face them hand in hand as a team.

As Mirko stirs awake, she glances around the room before her eyes land on the note left on the nightstand beside her. Frowning, she reads it over and a pang of disappointment washes over her. She misses his warmth and presence already. Despite his reasons for leaving earlier, a small part of her can't help but feel slightly hurt that he didn't say goodbye in person. With a sigh, she climbs out of bed and walks to the kitchen, her long limbs flowing gracefully beneath her white rabbit-eared leotard.

Once there, she finds the breakfast he mentioned waiting for her on the table; french toast with strawberries, scrambled eggs, and a carafe of orange juice. She pours herself a glass and takes a sip before sitting down to eat. As she munches on her food, she can't

It's well past the time she expected him to return, and still no sign of Aрсений. Her heart begins to race with worry as she glances around the empty apartment once more, searching for some clue as to where he might be. She knows it's dangerous work that they do, but this feels different somehow; like an ominous premonition looming over them both.

With growing trepidation, Mirko grabs her phone and dials his number. It rings several times before finally going to voicemail; a chill runs down her spine as she hears the automated voice on the other end. "Where are you?" she whispers desperately into the silence of the room, not quite sure whether or not it's safe for him to answer.

Her hand trembles as she reaches out to type up a text message; 'Are you okay? I'm worried about you

Several hours pass with no word from Aрсений, and the worry gnaws at her insides like a hungry beast. She can't sit idly by any longer; she needs to find him. With determination burning bright in her eyes, Mirko takes a deep breath and readies herself for whatever lies ahead. Grabbing her costume from the closet, she dons it swiftly and with practiced ease. As her hands slip into the fingerless gloves and her feet slide into the soft rabbit-eared boots, a surge of confidence washes over her. She may not be as strong or fast as Aрсений, but she has other skills that could prove useful in finding him; tracking abilities honed from countless hours of training with the police force back home.

Steeling herself against the cold night air, she exits through the balcony door and takes to the sk

Her heart stops as she sees him lying there, covered in blood and barely breathing. Panic rises within her as she drops to his side, tears streaming down her face. Her fingers fly across his body, searching for any sign of injury or life. He's so cold... She thinks desperately. Shaking, she places a hand over one of the larger wounds on his chest and tries to staunch the flow of blood with her touch.

"Aрсений... You have to hold on..." she whispers urgently, her voice trembling. "I'm here now... I'll get you help." Tears blur her vision as she looks around, searching for anything that might be used as a makeshift tourniquet or pressure point until medical help can arrive. The streets are eerily quiet and deserted; it feels like time itself has stopped as they wait for someone to save them both.