A/N: I lost some bet with my sister and as payment she said I had to write a het fic. Any pairing I wanted. 2 pages, 1.5 spaced, Times New Roman, 10 point font. Sounds like an English assignment, eh? Yep, she's a slavedriver, that sister of mine.
So here you are, oh sister dearest. I know this is late.
xxx
- - - - - All The Little Things - - - - -
She loved the way he would close his eyes and then open them again with gargantuan effort, glaring up at her with that look that said, 'I love you, you troublesome lady.'
She loved how he would smirk when he beat her at shogi, and how that look always made her bitterness at losing disappear.
She loved how when he was too tired to unbutton his shirt himself after a long day, she would climb into bed late at night and do it for him, and he'd mumble something in gratitude and turn over to put an arm around her shoulders.
She loved it when he was too lazy to explain those times he simply came up to her and kissed her.
She loved the way he folded his hands when he was thinking and furrowed his brow, so deep in thought that not even a thunderstorm could distract him.
She loved it when he wanted to do nothing but lie in a field and watch the clouds, and watch them with her.
She loved how he never asked, he just announced one day that they would be married.
She loved how concentrated he looked when he braided her hair.
She loved the way he muttered 'troublesome' and looked ever so slightly satisfied when she demanded to make him take time off so she could have dinner with him alone.
She loved it when she woke up to his soft kiss and murmured 'good morning,' as if it was the most troublesome thing in the world.
She loved how sometimes she'd come home early and she'd find him waiting for her at the doorstep, and they'd walk silently together as evening descended, fingers entwined, leaning against each other and thinking about nothing but love.
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He loved how she grinned whenever she saw him, her eyes lighting up with that fierce beauty.
He loved how she frowned when she was working, and then she'd glance up and raise her eyebrows and toss her yellow hair and he'd be hypnotized by her again.
He loved the way she held her fan tenderly like it was a piece of the finest glass even though that thing could create a windstorm in a second, in one wave of her hand.
He loved the way she talked in her sleep and he didn't care that he couldn't understand a word she was saying.
He loved it when she would suddenly turn and pull him to his feet, holding him close to her as she whisked him through the steps of the dance, and he would forget everything but her smile and the feeling of her body pressed against his.
He loved how she hugged him possessively and told him in a whisper that he'd always be hers no matter what.
He loved it when she ran her fingers through his hair.
He loved it when he sent her letters while he was gone on a mission, describing every detail of his day and telling her again and again how sharply he missed her, and she sent letters back, not only as long but sometimes longer.
He loved how she played shogi with him even though she never won.
He loved the way he'd wake up to feel her warm breath on his cheek and hear her quiet 'I love you' before she tackled him and wrestled him to the floor, laughing that beautiful laugh.
He loved how no matter where he went, he found he was constantly thinking about her, and he knew she was always thinking of him too, and sometimes he sighed and realized that he knew he'd love her for the rest of his life and that it was worth it, even though it was as troublesome as you can get.
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To shimmeringrain99: There you are, you evil sister of mine. You better review if no one else does.
To the rest of you wonderful readers: Please review if you liked it! XD
Thanks!
-Snow