Haruka turned her head slightly to face him better in the dim light of the room. "Oh, that's nice," she said with a soft smile. "I'm originally from Japan, but my husband and I live here in Tokyo." She paused for a moment before continuing, "He works long hours at his job, so we don't get to see much of each other these days."

She felt a pang of guilt as she said this out loud.

Haruka nodded, her eyes filling with tears despite her efforts to hold them back. "It is... it's been really hard," she admitted in a small voice. She sniffled and wiped at her eyes before looking away from Corran, embarrassed by her display of emotion.

"I just wanted some time for myself... to relax and enjoy being away from everything for a while." She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. "

Haruka froze at the sound of his voice, her heart racing as she wondered if he'd woken up and realized what she was doing. Her fingers stopped moving, unsure of what to do next. She tried to steady her breathing, hoping that he wouldn't notice anything amiss.

"Uhm... I-I'm sorry..." she stammered, her voice barely a whisper as she withdrew her hand from between his legs. "I didn't mean to... I was just... touching you..."

Haruka's heart raced in fear as she felt him roll over and pin her down beneath him. Her breath caught in her throat as his warm body pressed against hers, his hardness rubbing against her through the thin fabric of their robes. She looked up into his eyes, wide with surprise and confusion, unsure of what was happening.

"Please... I'm sorry..." she whispered, her voice shaking. "I didn't mean to..."

Haruka hesitated before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I'm not sure how to explain it exactly, but sometimes it feels like my husband doesn't notice me anymore." She looked down at her lap, ashamed of the admission. "He works so hard and is always busy with work-related things, even when he's home. It's like I don't exist to him anymore."

Her eyes met Yuki's as she said this, searching for understanding or empathy.

Yuki sat back on his hands and looked at her with understanding eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said softly. "It must be very hard for you." He paused for a moment, considering what else to say before continuing. "Maybe... maybe he just needs some time to reconnect with you. Sometimes people get lost in their own worlds and forget about the important things, like family."

He smiled gently at her, hoping his words would offer some comfort. "

Haruka hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond to his offer of assistance. Part of her wanted to decline and maintain some sense of independence, but another part of her found it incredibly tempting to accept his help. She felt so out of her element in this situation, being forced to share a room with someone she had never met before.

"Um... well..." Haruka stammered, biting her lip nervously as she considered her options. "

Haruka glanced around the room, feeling self-conscious and out of place. "Um... I suppose if you wouldn't mind terribly, I could use some help drying my hair," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew it was a silly request under the circumstances, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he might be willing to assist her nonetheless.

Haruka nodded slowly, her gaze lingering on his face as she searched for reassurance in his calm expression. "Yes," she whispered, a soft smile gracing her lips.

"Well... thank you." She took a deep breath, feeling the tension start to ease out of her body. "I suppose... we should get some sleep now," she added quietly, not quite ready to let go of his warmth just yet.

Her hand slipped between them, seeking out his member again, curiosity and desire mixing into a potent cocktail in her mind. She stroked him gently, marveling at how different he felt from her husband.