Of course, the pain and pleasure were ten times as intense, too.
For a while afterward, even the lightest touch from Uchiha Yin made Rin whimper for minutes.
It really was a strange constitution.
So now, Rin didn't even have the strength to move a finger.
Uchiha Yin tucked the blanket around her, then tidied up the mess they had made.
When Uchiha Yin returned to bed, Rin wrapped her arms tightly around him and refused to let go.
At last, Rin nestled against Uchiha Yin's chest, thoroughly satisfied, and fell fast asleep.
She had received the tenderness she had wanted most.
The next day, Rin got up on her own.
She seemed to have mostly recovered, though her face was a little rosier than usual.
Seeing Uchiha Yin standing by the tent window, enjoying the breeze, Rin tried to sneak up behind him and wrap her arms around him.
But although she looked better, she certainly hadn't fully recovered.
"Ah!"
Rin stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.
She had underestimated the soreness from the night before.
Uchiha Yin flashed to her side and swept her into his arms.
"Want me to heal you?" Uchiha Yin asked, setting Rin on the bed and gently tapping her nose.
"No. I want to remember how this feels. I don't want it healed," Rin said softly.
How could she let Yin treat an injury in that place?
Rin's face turned red. There was no way she would say what she was thinking aloud.
"Are you sure? Shizune had me heal her back then."
"If I don't, won't they notice when you go over to see Shizune and the others?" A mischievous smile curved Uchiha Yin's lips.
"No! They already know anyway. Let them be jealous!"
Rin looped her arms around Uchiha Yin's