Navi quite liked his stubble; it felt good on her neck, on her back, on her thighs. She grinned when he said "home", bouncing a bit.
She wraped her arms around him when they got on the bike, and she closed her eyes and sighed happily as they motored off. The cat was tucked safely away into a bag, and she thought about where she'd put it on the bed when she got home. Well, when they weren't asleep.
It occurred to her she'd never really been in his apartment; they'd usually favored hers because it was more comfortable, and she was a little excited, and a little thankful. It wasn't his anymore. After they cleaned it out, he'd be living with her, and they'd have a home. The apartment would become someone else's.