They were doing laundry in the living room, and, folding a panty, Usui looked up to see Misaki staring at his arms, his shirt in her hands. "What's the matter, love?"
She blushed and shook her head, placing the pink-striped shirt on the ironing board. "Nothing."
He jumped up from where he was sitting and kissed her nose, handing her a bra. "This one has a hole; you might want to mend it."
"Since when did I mend clothes? It's your job!" She sighed in frustration as she examined the ripped arm sleeve of a polo shirt, "Usui, you've torn your shirt again!"
He took the half-ironed shirt from her hands. "That's alright, Misa-chan. I'm Master Sewer here. It'll be as good as new in no time!" He walked to the couch to resume his work, but turned around to see his wife staring intently at his arms again. "Now, now, what's wrong?" He flexed his muscles to show that he was all right, but he heard a seam break. Oops.. hope she didn't hear that.
She didn't, because she was still frowning over his pink shirt. "It's just that you're t-too- buff." She held out a polo shirt. "You see? Your arms have been destroying every nice shirt I've bought so far! This is just an indirect encouragement for me to buy them from thrift stores!"
He walked back to her and scooped her up, a great idea forming in his mind. "Are you sure, my dear? I couldn't do that without my arms…" He twirled her around as Misaki gasped in delight, then kissed her neck. "Nor could I have done that…" A wicked grin formed on his lips, and he placed her on the dining table. "And I definitely can't be doing this…"
He had a point, she grudgingly thought. Further notions evaporated as she succumbed to the warmth of his hands slowly creeping up her stomach, and his heated breath on her ear. He was always the one who did the mending, anyway…
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Okay, not the update I promised but I'm trying to upload as much as I can before I'm busy again. Hope you enjoyed this short lil' fic!
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