Vergil was sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard and Yamato nestled between his legs. He was holding her from behind, his arms wrapped around her waist as she tried to get used to the position. The silk robe he wore had become slightly disheveled after they had gotten up, but Yamato seemed far more concerned with the proximity of Vergil's face, which rested calmly against her shoulder.
"V-Vergil, you're too close," she murmured, glancing discreetly at the arms encircling her. Despite the complaint, she made no attempt to pull away. In fact, when he drew her a little closer, Yamato simply settled her back more comfortably against his chest.
"Am I?" Vergil brought his face closer to her hair and took a deep breath. "That scent of lavender is wonderful. With that color, your hair almost looks like it's made of real lavender."
