Disclaimer: I do not own VK
Warnings: Incest
Morning
Juuri stirred sleepily, groaning lightly as the glimmer of the orange setting sun flickered over her eyelids uncertainly.
She felt his heavy arm circling her waist possessively and his warm, soft breathing blowing in a rhythmic, calming pattern against the bare sensitive skin where her neck and shoulder connected.
For a moment, she winkled her brows against the comfortable, Rose de ma fragranced pillow, wondering when did he get home yesterday, but then she recalled sometime during her light sleep, she was jerked awake by some stumbling in the room and his hastily muttered apologize when he sensed that he had disturbed her.
Juuri remained against the velvety comfy bed for a while, drinking in the rare moment of tranquil tenderness with the man she loved being so sweetly close to her, but as the gloomy and starry night approached and the light ebbed away, Juuri decided that she must wake up, taking a deep breath, and mentally preparing her lazy body and worn mind for a cool night.
She struggled a bit against the deathly clutch that her husband had around her slim, thinly-clad waist.
He murmured a bit in his dreamless sleep. His dark, silky lockets in a tangled mess dropped gently on the depression where she slept. His handsome, pale face completely relaxed, his red lips glittered alluringly, even if she were to kill him now, it would be until her fanged fingers gripped tightly his heart that he would fully notice the gravity of the situation.
Juuri leaned down and pecked him on the cheek, a greeting's kiss.
He mumbled again, and lifted a sleepy eye at her, tres sexily. She wondered sometime, how heaven could bestow such beautiful man to her, and at the ripe old age of three thousand-and-something( for she had long stopped counting after the first thousand), he could still make her feel quite lightheaded on certain occasions.
A deep, seductive maroon pupil focused on her visage, its dark, crimson pools reflected her joyful smile, and he beamed tenderly, "Morning, love." He reached up to kiss her on the lips, but he missed, instead tickled her on the neck with his stubble chin.
"Morning," she gazed gently at him, fingering the strap of her white, silk, nightgown, pushed him down on the bed. "Go back to sleep." She pressed her fingers against his eyelids.
"But…" her husband pulled her hands off, and pushed it against his soft, sensual lips, worshiping her hands with breathless kisses.
"No," she cooed with a girlish giggle. It was only during those private time she would allow herself to be so juvenile. "You must be tired after speaking with those old men, and coming home so late. I will send someone up to fetch you when I cook breakfast, is that alright?"
"Fine," he closed his eyes obediently, and the lock he had around her fingers slackened.
Juuri pressed her lips against his angelic, weary face, and slipped off the bed.
Glancing back a few times to confirm that her husband is really resting and not getting ready to pounce on her in the bath as he was prone to do, Juuri selected a nice, simple cock robin blue blouse and an elegant white, pleated skirt from cherry wood drawers. She pulled a soft, white towel from the rack and entered the white, marble bathroom, sliding the bolt into place even though she knew fierce locks were not much defense.
The silky and laced white nightgown melted into a silvery pond by her bare, pale feet and she stepped into the steaming shower, just cocking its inviting finger at her.
When she left the bathroom, dripping tresses sprawled around a white towel and donned on a bath robe, her husband was still passed out on the bed.
She walked over, wishing she could run her fingers over his pallid, lean torso, revealed by a unbuttoned shirt, but Juuri held her fingers firmly in her hand and controlled her desire.
She knew he was tired and shouldn't force himself to entertain her on this rare holiday.
Juuri pulled out a chair quietly, and began to dry her dark, curling locks slowly.
Her lash-laced eyes lowered, focusing on taking care of her beautiful hair that he so loved, always burying his face amongst the scented threads when they made love or simply embracing each other, enjoying each other's warmth – a habit he had adopted ever since they were young and could barely pronounce simple words. Her eyes softened at those delightful memories.
Afterward, Juuri changed into her clothing, stepping into the skirt and sliding it up, donning on a shirt and checking in the mirror if she was proper, and with a fleeting gaze at him, she closed the door silently with a muted click.
She strolled over to her lovely daughter's chamber, the cute, little, lively child. Her daughter was nothing like her when she was at such youthful age. She was glad to preserve such innocent nativity in her daughter even though it required them to sacrifice precious things.
Juuri knocked on her daughter's door, and entered.
Her daughter curled into a little cat's position in her pink bed, with her dark hair flaunted out.
Her daughter had taken more after her beloved husband than her physically, but her daughter was still beautiful in her own way, though different from Juuri's delicate exquisiteness, and processed a gentle heart like her father. Juuri believed that it was the greatest gift they have given to Yuki, he beloved, dear daughter.
"Yuki," Juuri whispered sweetly into her daughter's pink ears. "It is time to wake up."
Her eyelids fluttered, but remained stubbornly closed.
"Yuki," Juuri sighed as she combed her daughter's tangled mane absentmindedly with her fingers, "Kaname is coming back today. You must be presentable when you see him right?"
"Brother?" Yuki was jolted awake as she grabbed her mother's arms. "He is coming today?"
"Yes," Juuri smiled a bit at Yuki's cute reaction, "So get ready. Get up and clean yourself."
She watched her daughter jumped off the bed without hesitation, and sprinted for the bathroom.
Juuri walked over and picked a white dress for Yuki to wear that day, and laid it out on the bed.
Then she heard of something crash into pieces on the floor and Yuki's stunned cries. Juuri sighed, massaged her forehead, asked herself who's gene contributed to this unsightly clumsiness since her husband and she were both very bright and intelligent kids… Yuki fell a bit short of the high standard, but at least her cute son…
Juuri shook these thought away and walked into the bathroom to comfort her little daughter.
Juuri breathed deeply and cracked the egg on the counter, quickly dropping its insides on a frying pan. Its sizzling sounds and delicious smell blasted out of the pan, almost causing Juuri to drop it.
She was still quite new to cooking ever since they had come here to escape from their pureblood duties and spent time as a family with no servants at all. Juuri would handle the chores that she shared with Haruka, those were just manual works that just required a bit of strength, but cooking… cooking was difficult as she stared at the bubbling egg, pondering when to flip it.
"Smells good," her husband suddenly propped his chin on her shoulder, burying his face in her hair and taking a long whiff of it. His lean arms circled around her waist, rubbing her stomach with his palms.
"Your hairs are still wet! Get off me, I actually like this shirt," Juuri resisted a bit, but ultimately gave up as she unsuccessfully flip the egg and its yolk dripped all over the pan. It is now a scrambled egg as Juuri stabbed the food hatefully with a spatula and glared at her husband.
"Now look what you've made me do," she pouted at her failure, and slipped the destroyed egg into a clean plate. She pushed it into his free hand as she turned to wiggle free of his grasp. "You can eat this one," she hissed spitefully into his ears, and cracked open another egg, dropping it into the pan… without adding any oil.
Her husband laughed, and took a fork to sit over at the family table. Taking a bite, he mockingly choked and said, "You are a terrible cook."
She returned his compliment by looking very threatening with a knife, but the hissing of smokes made her scream and the moment was broken by her husband's loud laughter.
But Juuri smiled to herself as her daughter's impatient steps approached, and returned to battle the uncooperative eggs.
It was a beautiful morning.
A/N: When I get tired of writing Angsty, brain-cell eating fic, I got back to writing mindless fluff with no plots.
This short fic was created when I was extremely tired of writing "Kingdom" since it is very difficult to write thanks to my decision early on that I dont want to write just a romance... and "Kingdom" turned out very not romance-y, and I was upset because it would mean that I cant write any mindless, happy brain candy for it.
So I have random cute fics all over my computer because I need to write something lighthearted one in a while. This is pure, pure romance fic... haha, so enjoy!
