AN: fluff ! Yay !
this entire fanfic is me trying to fill the empty space in my soul that remains after finishing p5. Pm or review or follow or fav or whatevs ! hf reading
*ALSOO IMPORTANT FOR THOSE WHO HAVENT FINISHED MAKOTO'S CONFIDANT/SL*
low key spoilers a bit late through her confidant but nothing big on what you do
ANYWAY YEAH THIS AN IS TOO LONG TY FOR CLICKING ON THIS STORY BYE
"Agh! Let me go! I have to go to work..."
Akira replied to her objections by nuzzling further down her neck. An inflexible grip held Makoto's interlocked hands in place with his, and Akira had no intention of letting her go now- or ever.
Stopping for a second to catch his breath, Akira lightly pecked on the bridge of his lover's nose to fill the time he'd not spent nibbling alongside the base of Makoto's neck.
Forcing down a smile, Makoto struggled to push Akira away from herself. Partly because of his own grip and partly because she didn't really want him gone either.
But her blush betrayed her.
Drunk on his own glory, Akira continued to nibble down neck of his inamorata. Smirking as the heat of her neck brushed along his brow. Sweeping the strap of Makoto's nightwear to the side, he left a trail of kisses along her collarbone.
His glory was lead to an abrupt stop, however, as she head butted his nose during his attempt to take a breath.
The sudden blunt trauma to his head turned the tables on the bedraggled Akira as his grip loosened and Makoto simply shifted his momentum to overturn him. The tables had turned.
Elbow lightly pressed against the apple of his throat, Makoto lowered her head to Akira and pressed her nose against his. After what seemed like forever, they finally pressed lips.
Their little game however, ended as quickly as it'd began. In a moment, she'd pulled away and Akira was left alone by the pile of pillows sprawled along the bed. Smiling, she pushed off the bed and smoothened out the folded creases on her nightclothes.
"Gone so soon?"
Tucking the hair behind her ear, she smiled at the unkempt Akira, who was undoubtedly sad to her go. He'd not adjusted to this change of pace yet. When he'd left Tokyo years prior, they'd kept in touch through video and phone calls that broke up more often than they should've, but in essence, they remained apart.
But to hold her in his hands and have her taken away - day by day - it was enough to break his calm exterior and unearth his loss at the thought of being away from her.
Despite knowing the futility of his attempt to convince her to stay, Akira thought to reach up to her, that maybe today would be different. Maybe she'd come back to bed and sleep in. Maybe he'd even be able to whip up a plate of curry accompanied by a cup o' joe just the way she liked it.
The attempt was stopped in its tracks before it'd even begun. Unfortunately, his wrist met the cold touch of a metal handcuff before he could even raise it up. Scratching his head with his free hand, he held back a frown.
"You know I could pick this lock in a minute, right?"
Makoto smiled.
"I know."
Finished styling her hair as it draped just above her shoulders, Makoto reached over to sling her hand bag over her arm and entered the bedroom to check on her "prisoner".
She opened the door to find Akira seated by the bedside, calmly smoothing his fingers along his wrist where the handcuff sat on. He seemed to force a smile as he looked up at her dressed in uniform.
Makoto had been the youngest commissioner the department had seen in a long time. He was proud of her- more than proud to have watched her rise up the ranks and reach her goals.
"You look beautiful."
She couldn't help but blush at his words. Makoto always went red at the sound of any of his compliments. "Oh shush." She always tried to mask her uneasiness at his flattery by shutting him up.
Despite his efforts to maintain his facade of a calm demeanor. She saw through his lie immediately, sitting down beside him.
"Is there something wrong?"
He knew she'd seen through his game.
"What? I don't know what you mean."
She held his hand with a firm grip, asking him again. "What's wrong, Akira?"
it wasn't the first time they'd been in this situation, but he could never muster the strength to lie to her. Maybe to her sister, but never her.
Unsure of what to say, he spoke the first thing that came to his mind.
"I miss you."
He pressed his lips against her forehead.
"But I know just how much this means to you, and I will always support you. Even if it means you'll have to be away a lot."
She turned and lowered her head at his words. "I-I'm sorry." Tears began to well up in her eyes as her grip became stronger.
"Y-you're right. I've been...selfish, lately, and-"
He placed his hand behind her head and pulled her into a kiss.
Akira let out a sigh after pulling away, cupping her cheek with his hand.
"Don't cry. You'd ruin your makeup. I mean not that'd make you less beautiful but-"
She immediately fastened him into a hug and tucked her face into his nape.
"I love you, Akira."
"I love you too."
Akira eyed the clock on the counter by their bed. "You should leave soon, wouldn't want to be late on your first big day."
Makoto's pulled away and proudly stood before him. She was as beautiful as they day she came barging into his life.
Kissing him one last time on his forehead, they both smiled.
She turned back once more before she exited the doorway of their bedroom, sneaking a glance at her husband and shaking her head as she took one last look at him.
Chuckling as she turned to see him again, he smiled one last time. "Go get 'em tiger."
Nodding her head, she exited the room.
AN: hi hi !
so that was my fluff/oneshot/sad attempt to mend my soul ! feel free to review/fav/follow i guess ! this was a fun little exercise. pls say if you'd like it to continue ! support rlly helps
