Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Gundam.
A/N: Will always be written on a whim aka whenever the plot bunny attacks.
Stockpiles
1: Enough
{Yzak doesn't share.}
A kiss on her hand, on her wrist.
Yzak caught it from his peripheral vision while he sat on his swiveling chair. He positioned himself tactically earlier when they weren't looking, particularly when Shiho wasn't looking. On this angle, he can read the notes on his computer screen while he still have a view of them sitting comfortably on the couch.
And to see the next batch of kisses.
On her shoulder and to her cheeks.
He shifted on his seat noisily, effectively getting Shiho's attention. Her eyes twinkled happily at him. He also finally noticed the soft giggles coming from their direction. His eyes then narrowed when a hand caught Shiho's hair, breaking their eye contact as Shiho looks back to the other.
Shiho's hair were tugged once, twice, to close the gap between them. Yzak watches as Shiho's nose crinkled when it was kissed.
And then her lips.
He stood up, his long legs bringing him quickly to the couch where the two sat. He reached for the back of the shirt of the little tyke, pulling him away from Shiho. Turning him around, he lifted the other to his eye level. Normally, people would shake when being stared at by Yzak Joule. Normally, Yzak would proudly revel on that.
But instead, when the confused look finally disappeared from the boy, he giggled and clapped his hands in joy. The wrinkle on Yzak's forehead smoothens, a sign of defeat.
Sighing, he ruffled the two-year old's short silver hair. "What did I tell you about Mommy's lips being off-limits? They're only for daddy, remember?"
That only earned him another bout of laughter from his son (who's still too young to really comprehend what he just said) and his wife (who still find it amusing that he gets jealous from his own son).
End: May 13, 2014