Firstly I'm sorry I didn't update any sooner, and I'm sorry that this story is so short but I hope the next one will be longer, I already started writing it, so you hopefully wont have to wait so long.

Secondly I want to thank my reviewers. You guys are the best. Seriously every time I read a review I start grinning like a madman and my mood lightens up. I love you and this is for you.

About the story, I had the idea yesterday and I hope you think it's as good and funny as I do.

I don't own Faster than a Kiss, Meca Tanaka does.

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The small living room is lit in dim orange by the setting sun, the two figures inside said room are engulfed in a comfortable silence, while sweetly embracing.

At first Kazuma was shocked as he felt the petite arms of Fumino tenderly coming around him and trapping him in a soft hug. He loved the sensation of her body pressed on to his, it fit so perfectly. And although a part in the back of his brain screamed out to him that this was wrong another part of him just wanted to enjoy this moment for a bit longer.

As Kazuma turns around to return the hug and puts his arms around his sweet wife's waist he is met with one of the sweetest smiles. Her half lidded eyes and her lips set in a gentle smile make his heart race and the urge to be closer to her is steadily growing. He wonders, if just one little smile could make him react this way what would he do if they went any further? He doesn't, know but it surly would be interesting to find out.

As he still muses Fumino leans closer to him, taking in his scent, his alluring scent that makes her mind go hazy, she kisses his shoulder right above his collarbone. This gentle touch sends electric sparks through his body. Her nuzzling against his neck also doesn't help clear his head from all the images his mind creates.

Kazuma knows he has to restrain himself, not only as her husband but foremost as her teacher. He knows he should, he truly knows, but having her so close, feeling her warmth against his hands, against his whole body, makes controlling oneself so very hard.

He bends forwards slowly and kisses the shell of her ear down to the crook of her neck. With every touch she gives away a short but high whimper, he loves the sounds she makes, they are a proof of her innocent mind.

He touches her cheek and lifts up her head, caressing her face with his thumb. His fingers travel slowly and lightly along her jawbone and down her throat. He feels her pulse and her breath quicken. He follows her collarbone to her shoulder and back again. He lets his hand linger where the valley of her breasts begins, watching the rise and fall of her small but soft bosom intently. While he wonders how her breasts would fit into his hands and if the soft flesh would yield under his pressure, Fumino goes rigid in anticipation.

He moves his hand to her chest and then

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"Honk, honk!"

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"SENSEI, YOU ASSHOLE!"

With a kick to his face he falls over and watches as his outraged wife storms out of the room.

I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing this.

Please review and let me know what you think.