Note: This is my take on adult!Chihiro comes back to the Spirit World. Because we all know she does, AMIRITE?
Reception
Forging a new path for his river was exhausting. Kohaku wished he was already curled under the covers with his soon-to-be-mate, but this had to be finished. He would honour her with nothing less than everything he was.
Twisting and looping through the sky, he watched as the bathhouse came into view. The safe haven that was Chihiro, that glowing light in his chest, grew warmer.
She was already asleep when he entered their rooms. Seamlessly, he shifted from dragon to human form, his shoulders slumped and wearily he walked to the couch. Crouching beside her, he smoothed her bangs.
Chihiro's eyes drifted open and sleepily she smiled at him, a tender glance passing between them. It had been days since she last saw him.
"This is strange," Kohaku spoke musingly. "I seem to recall a certain female promising quite adamantly that she would 'wait up' upon my return date."
She propped herself onto her elbow. "I was only napping," she pouted.
Laughing huskily, he tapped her nose with his own.
"How spoiled you are," he teased. "Lounging around all this time."
"I was not!" She playfully slapped his shoulder. "Yubaba's been working me to the bone."
"You will tell me if she is pushing you too hard."
Chihiro rolled her eyes. "Please! She knows you are going to be more powerful than her one day. She won't upset you." Her look took on a mischievous cast. "Guess you do have your uses after all."
Muffled giggles escaped her as Kohaku rolled her onto her back. Mock growling, he leaned his face near hers. "Tread carefully, little one."
"I love it when you talk dirty to me."
"Brave words for a human." His eyes were wicked.
Inching forward his lips met hers. The heat from his body began seeping into her, his weight a familiar heaviness. Opening his mouth he plucked at hers softly. Skimming back and forth, he gently applied suction on her bottom lip igniting a responding throb deep within her. The kiss turned lazy, and Chihiro, sensing his fatigue, eased back. Lovemaking could wait for another night. She just wanted to be held.
Shifting his balance, Kohaku lifted her up from under her knees; supporting her back he carried her to their bed.
