The door to their shared bedroom is enthusiastically flung open. "Tetsuyacchi, I missed~"
Kise's statement is cut short as a scrap of fabric and wire smacks into her smiling face. "Eh?" The article of clothing slips off her face and she deftly catches it, eyeing the bra in confusion. It's a pretty, dark blue thing fringed with white lace that has cute flowers decorating the cups. The straps are dainty and pale blue. "Ah, I apologize, Kise-chan. I did not mean to hit you." A deadpan voice states coolly. Kise lifts her gaze from the bra to her girlfriend, who is sitting cross-legged on their bed, her laptop balanced carefully on her thighs. Her hands are tugging down the hem of her t-shirt.
"Ah, it's no… problem, Tetsuyacchi. (And you can call me Ryouta, you know.)" Kise rubs the back of her head embarrassedly, cheeks a bright pink. Luckily, Kuroko's gaze is trained on the computer screen and not Kise's face.
With a soft sigh, Kise dumps the pretty bra on their dresser. Her shoulders ache from a long day of modeling and her cheeks ache from all the smiling she had to do; being so happy and perky is absolutely exhausting.
Kise pulls her shirt over her head, letting out a soft sound of relief as the cool air of the apartment hits her skin. She practically moans in relief when she undoes the back of her own bra and lets the straps slide of her shoulders. Next her jeans come off and then she's left standing by the dresser in nothing but the white cotton panties with cutesy cats on them that Kuroko bought for her. Ah, to be young and able to buy your girlfriend underwear.
Seeing no need to put on clothes, Kise languidly crosses the room and flops on the bed, wriggling so she can wrap her arms around Kuroko's waist and peer at the computer screen. "You're in a poke battle with Momoicchi again?" She asks as Kuroko clicks between Tumblr and Facebook to viciously click the poke back button. "Yes." Kise can detect a hint of shame in her girlfriend's voice, which makes her giggle; her girlfriend can get very competitive in poke battles.
"So, did you miss me?~"
"Mm."
"Ah! So mean, Tetsuyacchi~"
"Shush. Video."
Kise presses her lips together to hide a smile as Kuroko stares mesmerized as a kitten flops around on screen. Because of the cat sounds- or maybe because she just wanted to see them- Nigou hops on the bed and plops down on Kise's bare back, making the girl yelp. "Nigoucchi~ why~" she whines. Kuroko shushes her. "Nigou missed you."
"Well, at least someone did." Kise grumbles, pressing her face into Kuroko's thigh. At this point, she notices that Kuroko has already discarded her shorts. Any other night Kise would have gently tossed the laptop aside and indulged in her adorable girlfriend, but at this point, she can't imagine being able to stay awake long enough to do anything like that. "Don't be so pouty." Kuroko's fingers tangle in Kise's hair, the long blond strands twisting around her pale fingers, and she gently massages her girlfriend's scalp. Kise lets out soft noises of appreciation at the petting. "Can we sleep?" Her voice comes out muffled as she presses her face deeper into her girlfriend's thigh.
Nigou's face nuzzles in her neck, tickling her sweetly. Instead of a response, Kuroko carefully shuts down the laptop and places it on the floor beside the bed. She clucks her tongue in admonishment and Nigou climbs off Kise's back to take her post at the foot of the bed.
"Sit up." Kise groans but sits up. Kuroko gets on her knees and combs through her girlfriend's hair for stray bobby pins and hair clips. She hums softly to herself as she picks out a pin tucking Kise's bangs back, allowing the hair to fall forward into Kise's eyes. Kise leans back into her girlfriend and enjoys the gentle way Kuroko takes care of her; it's so nice after being aggressively manhandled by stylists on a deadline all day.
"That seems to be it. Come." The blue-haired girl flings the covers back, pulling her girlfriend over to the pillows. Sunlight still filters through the window and Kise wonders how early it is. She feels slightly guilty for making her girlfriend fall asleep with her so early. Her girlfriend, however, doesn't seem to mind as she pulls the warm blanket over the two of them and winds her tiny pale arms around Kise's waist.
Kuroko's head settles on her collarbone and one of her legs is thrown over Kise's, pressing into her snugly. The blond drapes one of her arms over Kuroko's waist and slips the other one under her girlfriend's head like a pillow. "Welcome home, Ryouta." The whisper is soft and quiet and barely audible, but it makes Kise smile genuinely for the first time since she left for work. "I love you, Tetsuya."
"Love you, too."