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"Tadaima!" Yoh called to the household. He heard a small clatter in the kitchen and decided to trot toward the place. "Where's everyone?" he asked.
"They left" replied an expressionless Anna as she continued stirring the soup she was boiling.
"Mm." Yoh nodded, placing the vegetables he bought inside the refrigerator. "Ahh. Amidamaru said he'd go visit some friends" he offered.
Then he paused, gazing at the fire that slowly crackled in the stillness of their inn.
"Where's Tamao?"
"Pirika invited her over."
"You didn't go?" From the back, Yoh slipped his hands around her slim waist.
If anyone were watching, this would be the perfect time to hold their breaths and be ready for "The Slap".
But, no one was there.
And the slap never came.
"Obviously, I was cooking dinner, Yoh." She tasted the soup gingerly, still a little flushed at his boldness.
Yoh then leaned over and pressed his lips against hers.
His right hand slowly stroked her stomach and his left gently massaged her arm.
"Tastes nice" he whispered, promptly breaking off their kiss and heading to his room to change.
Anna's brow crinkled, wondering briefly if he meant the soup or her lips.
Or both.