A short, dirty, and meaningless drabble. I originally intended a few snippets of scenes to be part of the next Nine Lives chapter, but decided it was too random.

"You asshole, stop smelling my underwear! The guests will be here in less than two hours!"

Said "asshole" looked up and grinned. "What are you worried about, Misa-chan? We planned the entire meal course, didn't we?"

"Uh, yeah, but we actually have to cook it."

She found herself caught between the wall and a very horny man. "Misa-chaaan," he whined. "We haven't done it since last night. According to my quick calculation, that would be an estimate of 18 hours of celibacy." He touched foreheads with her. "We are not nuns and priests."

She tried to glare but melted; instead, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his nose. "I give you thirty minutes. And then we really need to get cooking."

"We can get cookin' in bed anytime, dear."

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The ring of the doorbell brought them back to awareness. When Usui glanced at the clock, he grinned. "Guess we're having Chinese takeout tonight, love."

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As Usui sped off in their car to grab whatever food he could, Misaki greeted the guests. "Hello Mother, yes, I'm doing fine. How are your grandparents doing, Shintani? Aoi, put away your phone, be polite and say hi."

"He's very agitated right now," Suzuna told her, "he has been the entire ride here." Leaning close to her sister, she whispered as if they were conferring a clandestine matter. "He's into writing fanfiction now."

Aoi glowered and stuck his phone in his pocket. "I'm not getting as many reviews as I would like to, that's why."

"I'm home!" Usui called from the doorway.

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"Aoi, haven't you heard enough times? Put that damn phone away, it's rude towards other people!"

"You know what's rude? Telling your guests to wait for five minutes outside your door."

"…"

"Your hair is…tousled," Suzuna pointed out. "And both your clothes are wrinkly."

Shintani's eyes looked worried. "Did you two have a fight?"

A snigger came out of the younger boy. "Quite the contrary, it seems."

The awkward silence was too hard to bear as Misaki exchanged glances with her husband. Say something! her eyes said. And as the guests had all been staring at her and saw her eyes twitch, they turned their focus to the blond man.

"She's a screamer," Usui volunteered.

More silence.

Everyone around the table refused to make eye contact.

Aoi poked his food.

Suzuna toyed with her bracelet.

Minako found a chip on her nail.

Misaki found sudden interest in the tablecloth they had received as a wedding gift, while cursing at Usui on the inside with the most colourful language she could think of.

Because you would think that a couple like them could read each others' mind well. Outsiders would consider Usui challenged in this department. But as well all know, he would never give up a good opportunity to make his darling little wife to blush beet red and stamp her feet on the ground in frustration. It's endearing to him, and some things never grow old.

Well, there you have it! I may be back with another piece before the end of the month. Thank you for everyone who has not lost faith in me for this past year.

Cheers!

albinoturtle

Ps. Hope you appreciated the little jab about reviews. *wink*