A.N. I don't own Furuba.
A soft smile graced the man's features as he watched the brunette bustle about his kitchen. Always so busy trying to help... Standing up, the male walked behind her and pulled the dish she needed down for her. "You forget I'm taller than you now, Tohru-chan."
Giggling a little, she nodded. "Yes, I forget Momiji-kun is a man now, sometimes. Thank you for getting that down for me."
Pouting a little, the former rabbit pulled it just out of reach with a dramatic sigh. "So I'm always a little boy to you, then? I don't even look a little like a handsome man in your eyes?" With false sadness in his voice, he let his head hang.
"O-oh no! I-it's just you were always like an adorable bouncy bunny! But now Momiji-kun is a very very handsome man! Any girl would love to have you." Nodding emphatically to reassure him, she reached for the dish once more.
"Any girl?" Giving her a sly look, which she characteristically missed, he set the casserole dish to the side and stepped in close to her.
"Of course!" Beaming up at him, she made to move, only to be boxed in.
"Well good." Lifting her up and setting her on the counter, he kissed her gently, but with passion. He pulled her to him tightly, already hungry for carnal pleasures only she could provide. After all... Momiji would always be a rabbit.