Glucose overload

The lady of the household woke up to his empty side of the bed. Judging by the cold spot of the fabric, he had been up and gone for some time now.

She rose and tidied up. She changed and fixed her robe and tightened her sash. She slid open the shoji doors and walked silently down the hall. She passed by the giant Sakura tree on the backyard, its pink petals swaying with the brush of morning wind.

It was the only tree up the hill where the Nura mansion sat, that stays in full-bloom the whole year. Passerbys find it odd and mysterious, but then again, odd and mysterious are the norm in this household.

She met with the other residents roaming about, doing their respective early morning routines. But it was a certain, tall and white haired yokai that she was looking for.

A knowing smile formed on her lips as she passed by the kitchen. The smell and aroma of freshly brewed tea wafted in the air as she neared the door.

She slid open the paper door revealing the man she was just looking for.

Nurarihyon was there sitting in a stool. Munching on a tray of saccharine goodness, in this time of day.

She giggled. Her husband may be the scariest man in the land, in this time and period, in this era, but he was a kid when it comes to sweets.

"Good morning!" She beamed a smile as she stood beside him.

He replied a muffled "Morning!" as he sipped from his cup of tea.

He put down the ceramic cup and guided her to sit in his lap.

"Ooooh...dangos and wagashi!" She took the icing on top of one and was about to put it into her mouth when he took her finger and licked it himself.

Caught off-guard she turned red. Nurarihyon only smirked knowing full well his effects on her.

"Hey! That was mine!" Recovering from her embarrassment she chided.

"No. You just got back from the dentist. Didn't think you'd forget already."

She winced remembering the painstaking experience "Oh, I know. You can have the filling then I will eat the dango."

She picks up one pink colored dango, tore it in half then pressed the whole sugary filling towards his mouth.

"You're not getting away with this that easily." But he obliged anyways./p

He bit into the desert and licked the filling on the tip of her fingers and slowly sucked all the while wearing that sexual expression on his face, the very same look he gives her whenever he makes love to her.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"You know what!" She couldn't bring herself to say it blatantly, after all, she was a proper lady, a princess if she didn't forget.

She stood up and walked away. Careful not to throw him a backward glance so he wouldn't see her flustered face.

He remembered the first time they mated and the words she uttered when he entered her, 'You're burning me.'

"Nurarihyon followed her, planning to placate his wife. "I was just jesting." She continued to walk though, increasing her pace. "Come on sweetheart." But she still didn't listen. She was heading straight to their bedroom door and clearly, she'd be locking herself away for the rest of the day.

This was a foul move, but he knew just what to do.

Yohime has her hand on the door's handle and was about to pry it open when she heard the familiar click.

She forgot everything she was taught about decorum and being a proper lady when she picked up her skirt and marched right up to her husband's side. She could see the smirk he was wearing knowing well he won this battle, but she could care less.

Nurarihyon could have guffawed if not for the killer glare his darling wife sported.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to smoke?" She took the unlit cigar he had and stomped on it.

She already hid the pipe he stole from her father that fateful night the youkai spirited her away from the castle. The memory of their first meeting would have usually brought a smile to her face but she was aghast.

"That was expensive you know?" The Lord of Pandemonium woefully looked at the floor where the butt now laid crushed under the princess' sole. He noticed she was barefoot.

"I don't care." She stomped off again.

"And how many times do I have to tell you not to walk around without slippers?"

"That is none of your business." She intoned in an authoritative voice, worthy of her title.

The royalty stopped at her tracks when she felt a very dark aura emanate from him. She looked back and saw that dark clouds disrupting parts of his body had appeared.

Nurarihyon's face turned grim. Silence befell them. Yohime somehow felt unease. She was always scared of this side of his personality because she couldn't read his mind.

When she locked gazes with him she froze realizing the white of his eyes had turned completely black, making the amber of his irises stand out even more. This isn't her playful, mischievous husband, this is the yokai everyone bows down to. The yokai who defeated Hagoromo kitsune at Kyoto. This was the Lord of the Pandemonium. And he was angry.

Before she could make sense of what was happening, she found herself lifted off the floor she stood on, passed by the familiar woodwork of their bedroom door, and seated at the foot of the bed in less than a second.

"It is my business." His tone cold. But she could hear the concern in his voice.

She raised her head to meet his gaze. This time, her fear gone. He seated himself on the floor in front of her.

"You could have hurt yourself." Nurarihyon raised one of her foot at the level of his face. Yohime remembered the panic in his eyes and the worried expression her husband wore the last time she hurt and bleed herself running barefoot.

Somehow, getting in any sort of danger provokes the over-protective side of the youkai lord, even if the danger's from herself. Even though she could heal others, she couldn't actually heal herself. So it enrages him when she's carefree and careless and when he couldn't protect her.

"I'll be careful." Nurarihyon raised his head, his eyes back to their normal shade. "I promise."

The sincerity in her voice seemed to have soothed his anger, for his face softened. He caressed softly the foot he held.

"You're at it again!" Her fair complexion going a shade red.

"What?" He played innocent.

"You know what! Don't play dumb!"

Nurarihyon gently pushed her down on her back to the bed. She turned even redder.

"He proceeded to crawl over her small frame and towered over her. He lowered his head and planted a kiss on that sensitive spot on her neck. Kami, he wanted her - now! She shut her eyes closed, turning her head away.

"You already cut me down on sticks for one week. Allow me this much." He more like demanded than asked.

The moan that escaped her was more than enough permission to continue his ministrations. He continued kissing her lavishly on the lips with primal ownership. And all she could do was cling to him, drawing their bodies even closer.

He knew his effect on her. He was Nurarihyon after all. But he knew better and he'd die before he'd admit it, that she has far greater hold of him than anyone on the Gumi would ever think. She had more effect on him than he could ever have on her. She was like a pot of weed, a puff of coke, a stash of heroin, a bottle of pills. She was addicting. And he couldn't have enough of her.

She had that distinct flavor. And it didn't help that the taste of saccharine goodness the bloody dango had joined into the heady mix.

Absorbed in his thoughts, it took him a moment to comprehend the words she uttered.

"It's sweet." Came her breathless whisper.

He was dumbfounded. He had all this dark and sensual thoughts swirling in his mind and she all but point out the damned fact.

"You sweet-tooth." He teased. She was about to argue but he silenced her protest, sealing her lips with another scorching kiss.

He'd make sure to make her remember, his lips taste far better and sweeter than any icing on a damn wagashi.