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The morning air was cold and crisp. His breathing slowed and his mind began to wake from his previous state of slumber. It was only an hour ago that he was in his bed and sleeping with his wife. His eyes, a dark shade of hazel, betrayed his emotionally tired state as they looked toward the horizon. The sun was barely in the sky at that point. He had the sinking feeling that it was only five or so. Earlier than he was used to.

He inhaled sharply as he felt hands, so warm, place themselves on his chest. They were small and rather delicate. In his own tired state of mind, he recognized the identity of this person immediately and left her to probe his chest with her hands. He was in no condition to ignore her advances. Especially this early in the morning. Not that he would've fought against something as pleasent as this. "Keiko," the man breathed.

Keiko was twenty-five. Three years older than he was, at twenty-two. As much as they liked to deny such claims, they hadn't met through fate or any of that spiritualistic bull that people liked to spout. They had met through friends, ones that they had known for awhile. More so in her case. Yamashii and Doutei still visited their apartment often whenever they had the chance. They were normally occupied with working, however.

"I woke up and you weren't next to me, Fuu..." the woman had her face pressed into his back, hugging him from behind.

The smallest of smiles wormed itself on to his face. It was nice to see that she was still that loving after the wedding. When, often times, he'd worried over what kind of change the marriage would bring to their relationship. He had seen the problems both of his parents had and those of others. There was no wish to follow in their footsteps. And he saw no point in marrying someone he didn't want to spend the rest of his life with.

Fuuin chuckled, lightly, and turned in her grasp. He was taller by several inches and couldn't help the smug feeling that shot through his chest as he looked down to meet her eyes. His thumb brushed against her cheek and he ducked down, locking lips with her. They tasted of sugar and cherries, sending his tastebuds on fire as he enjoyed the sickeningly sweet flavor. Nobody needed to know the brunette to see that he was enjoying himself.

"Mm... want me to apologize or somethin'? I needed some time to myself."

Her impish smile left him wanting. "Already tired of me?"

"Never."