Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice.
A glimpse of married life the married life of each of our favorite couples.
Koko x Sumire
May 19, 20XX (not real birthday)
"What the heck is this?" She glared at the object on the ground before turning her deadly glare to her husband of six months.
"It's your birthday gift!" He grinned cheekily obviously unaffected by her glare.
"Let me get this straight, it's my 1st birthday as your wife and you got me a foot warmer?" she gritted.
"Are you trying to make me divorce you?" She shouted choking her husband.
"Sumire please! L-let me explain," he staggered easing Sumire's hands from his neck.
"You have ten seconds before I call my lawyer." She crossed her arms against her chest and sat down on the dining table.
"Remember, last week when you came home from your last flight? You said," He raised his hands to form quote marks, "Quote: 'Heels are killing me!' So I got you a foot warmer, so it won't hurt as much." He grinned at her, hoping to get a reply but sadly got awkward silence.
"Um… sorry?"
She pulled him by his collar and kissed him fully in the lips. At first, he didn't respond but slowly took over. He nibbled on her lower lip for entrance. As soon as she opened her mouth, his tongue dove in, exploring every cavern. Her hands caressed his hair, making it messier than before while her legs wrapped around his waist. He pushed her into the table and broke their kiss. Grinning, he said "So does this mean I'm forgiven?"
Sumire sighed and pushed him out of her way. She fixed her skirt which was scooted up to an indecent height. She stood up and climbed the stairs.
"Be glad, you're a good kisser," she said.
"Heh, lucky." he thought climbing up after her.
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"Hey, it's Koko. Say Kitsu do you know how much a Chanel bag cost?" he asked.
Sumire grinned in her sleep.
She was going to get her real gift after all.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Okay, first, to all the readers of my other fanfictions which I haven't updated in a while:
I'm really sorry. It's been hard for me to write again. I don't know what to write. My brain is out ideas.
-sighs-
Actually, I think I lost my muse because one my favorite writers disappeared along with her stories.
But I'll try my best once again.
-Sweetmint-