Akihito stopped in front of the window of a very fancy boutique. Well, every store was fancy they were in Ginza shopping centre after all. It wasn't Akihito's choice; Asami dragged him here. But he was going to make the best out of it.
The window was made a funny thick glass. The reflection of him in the glass was weird; his face looked squint and unnaturally squished. A giggle bubbled in his throat.
"Aki?" A deep baritone called to him from behind. "Do you want to shop here?" he heard footsteps as he saw an uncomfortably squashed Asami in the glass approach.
Akihito ignored him. He crossed his eyes and stretched his lips with his thin fingers while sticking his tongue out. He burst out laughing when he saw how silly his face appeared in the glass. He made a few more silly faces and he can't stop laughing at how funny he looked.
"Okay what the hell are you doing?" Asami's annoyed voice spoke next to him.
"Look at how funny my face looks!" he laughed again as he pulled his eye lids and wrinkled his nose.
"Stop it! People are staring!"
"I am a crab ~ " Akihito stuck out his hands and moved askew. He laughed again before turning to man next to him. "Asami you try! It's fun!"
"Absolutely not! We are here to pick suits from the Armani store for the banquet tomorrow and then we're going home," His stern voice annoyed Akihito.
"Geez you old man. You're so uptight,"
"At least I don't act like I'm 5!" he hissed.
Before Akihito had a chance to reply, a young girl wearing uniform emerged from the shop. "Um excuse me, is everything alright? You were making… odd faced at our shop's window," her question was directed at Akihito.
"Huh? Oh yeah, we're fine. I like the glass; it makes my face look weird."
The girl gave a look that said "what a weirdo" before turning to Asami. "Sir, would you like come in and shop?"
"Oh no, you're mistaken. I don't know this man."
Shocked, Akihito turned to the girl, "Ha! No, he's kidding. We're actually married," He lifted his left hand and upon the fourth finger rested an elegance band of gold. Akihito turned to Asami, only to the man was no longer standing next to him. "… Asami?"
He looked around, didn't see anything for a moment until his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of polished black shoes clucking away from him.
He huffed out short breaths as he pulled the Limo's door open and throw himself inside.
"You asshole! I can't believe you pretended not to know me!" Akihito pointed an accusatory finger at his husband as he slammed the car door shut. "And you had the nerve to leave me!"
"Well, if you weren't such an embarrassment I wouldn't have to do that."
Akihito spluttered. "me? An embarrassment?!"
"You were making stupid faces. It's bad enough you do that at home, it's worse in public." The man said, deadpan.
"Oh! You are such a shit husband," Akihito turned his body away from Asami, a pout on his lips and his arms crossed childishly. He couldn't see him, but he knew Asami was rolling his eyes at his behaviour.
A sigh. "Suoh, take us to Kimiko's Ice Cream Parlour."
"I'm still mad." Akihito mumbled but he was biting back a smile.
Suddenly, soft lips attacked his exposed neck. They sucked and nibbled and then a warm moist appendage liked the column of his neck. Akihito couldn't stop the moan if he wanted.
"Let me make it up to you…," Asami's hot breath fanned his ear. A moan left Akihito's mouth as Asami nibbled on his earlobe. "… husband."
Akihito didn't stay mad for long.
