This is a one-shot. Yesterday I got this idea when my grandparents were watching a movie…so I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
She was young; twenty-one to be precise. Too young to be married, she thought. She wanted to be, at least, 25 before she even considered marrying. Oh how the world messes up our lives.
Misao Shinomori stared at her husband as she played with the ring on her finger.
He stood in silk pants looking at the wide variety of shirts they had bought a few weeks ago.
They had married for 'safety reason'. At least that's what he liked to tell her every time she asked.
Their families had known each other since forever and Misao did have the slightest crush on Aoshi…when she was sixteen. People tend to grow-up and rethink such crushes.
He was now 31. He aged well considering that fact that all his hair was still a deep chocolate brown and his body was still toned. Deliciously, in fact.
She tilted her head as he threw off the pants to reveal boxers. She had long ago stopped blushing over his body. He told her it belonged to her, anyway. Couldn't she enjoy what belonged to her?
He grabbed a pair of black crisp pants, pulled them on, and turn to look at her as he buttoned them.
"Aren't you going to get dressed?" he asked. "We'll be leaving in a little while."
Misao got up and sauntered over to him. "I will. My make-up and hair is done so it won't take me long." She ran a hand over his back side to smooth out invisible wrinkles. "I just love watching you." She said. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his back.
As long as she acted like she loved him, everything was okay.
He turned in her embrace and kissed her hard on the lips. She smirked into his mouth and pretended to gasp when he slid a hand up her side. The shocked expression allowed him to thrust his tongue into her mouth.
She moaned and lolled her head back, giving him full reign. She lifted her leg and caressed his hip with her inner thigh.
His hands wandered before pulled down the strap of her bra.
As long as he acted like he loved her, everything was okay.
She lifted the other leg and wrapped herself around his waist.
His steps lead them to the bed and they both fell onto the plush sheets.
"We really need to be going." He said in-between kisses.
"Oh, come on." She pouted. "No one will notice if we're a little late. Besides, don't you want me to be glowing?"
He chuckled as she moved her hands down to unbutton his pants.
"I guess not."
She wouldn't really be glowing, but she could pretend. It's these kinds of things that they have to deal with. They can't help what type of family they were born into.
They couldn't hide forever. Theirs was a life of constant moving.
This forced love, though, is something that's constant. And in their line of work, that's the one thing they both need.
It's really not that bad being married to Aoshi, Misao thought. It had it's ups and downs. He was someone she could talk to and someone she could fall asleep next to at night.
Life was about to become very difficult and as long as they could pretend, like they had been for all of their lived…everything would be okay.
Sincerely, straightjacket