Kaneki sure doesn't mind waking up to such a sight every morning for the rest of his life. Dawn is still breaking and the light seeps through the small slit of the heavy drapes. Though the room is still relatively dark, Kaneki is still able to trace the outline of his lover.

Her hair lay gently over her soft figure, the light colours of her silky nightgown contrasting greatly with her dark violet strands. The curls are all gone now but that doesn't make his wife any less beautiful in his eyes.

Touka's face remains relaxed and peaceful and he can't help but wonder if she was the same woman who punched his balls eight hours ago in the bathroom. His chuckles are silent but not still, arousing his sleeping lioness from her deep slumber.

With her eyes still closed, Touka shifts her position and snuggles into his arms, tucking her head into the crook of his neck and inhaling the sweet scent of her husband. "What's so funny?" She mumbles, still feeling tired despite having eight hours of rest already.

"Nothing," he says as he wraps his arms around her petite waist; he will never get enough of her. "Just observing how cute you look when you sleep."

Their comfortable position gets disrupted when she pushes him away slightly to look at him with sleep-laden but frowning eyes, "Seriously?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Creepy old man."

Her words make him blush because he suddenly feels like one, but then again, there's nothing wrong with appreciating one's wife. Feeling another streak of boldness – he's been doing that a lot lately – in his nerves, Kaneki climbs on top of his wife, ignoring her complaints because she was enjoying his arms around her; he's warm and she's cold and Kaneki is her personal furnace.

He bends down and kisses her ears gently, enjoying the squirms she makes; she's really sensitive at the ears and that only makes him want to tease her even more.

Perhaps she's still tired so her pushes aren't as effective as usual. Touka wants to return to sleep but Kaneki clearly has other plans. His lips ghost across her soft skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as he maps out her contours.

It isn't the first time but he believes there are always new treasures to hunt.

"Later," she whines; she not going to last long in the morning. She knows he knows she's more sensitive during the early hours and the bastard is using the fact to his advantage.

Touka soon gives up her valiant battle and her nightgown soon joins the carpeted floor of their hotel room.

Kaneki couldn't be any happier, at least not until his wife announces her pregnancy.