Kazuma wasn't certain how he'd become so lucky, but he supposed it was best not to question it. It had taken time, it had taken patience, but some how they had come this far. His heart was full and his soul was happy, happier than it had ever truly been before. There beside him in his bed was the most beautiful of creatures in all the world- Fumino, with her brunette locks spread out beneath her head, with her one slim leg tucked up over the blankets. He could not help himself from reaching out, running his hand over the silky smooth skin of her shin, further up until he trailed his fingertips across her soft thigh. She shifted beneath his touch, a murmur on her lips as she rolled towards him, not quite waking. As always, he was mesmerized by her.
All his life, this was all he'd ever truly wanted, a family to call his own. Now, he'd not ever thought he'd find it in one of his own students, but life was funny that way. He could still recall the first time he'd set his eyes upon her there in the hallway before his first big speech before all of the student body. She'd smiled at him and his world had stopped. Are you skipping? He'd asked her to which she laughed as sunlight streamed in behind her from the door she had already opened. She had been illuminated like a goddess, like a beautiful creature too perfect for the mortal world. I have to pick up my brother. She'd come back inside then, turning to look at him with her head tilted, her long hair a waterfall over a shoulder. Here, she had said before tossing him what turned out to be a small, wrapped candy. It's like a good luck charm. And that was when she'd gone, slipping out the door and into the sunlight, leaving him lost in a hundred different thoughts.
That was the moment she had completely captivated him.
And then, later that day when he'd been walking home from school, when his speech had gone well and the taste of the candy was still in his mouth, he saw her again. This time she was on a park bench, a little boy beside her, and she looked as if she were going to cry. It had been as if he'd known exactly what had to be done for her and that little boy. He hadn't asked many questions, rather had just offered her a hand and told her to trust him. Then he took the two of them home, where to this day they still remained.
Kazuma smiled as he thought back to those early days, when she'd been young and nervous and adorable. He wouldn't have traded any of their moments together for anything, so precious to him were they. Every moment they shared was special, ones he would hang onto for the rest of his days. He had loved her from the moment he'd laid eyes on her, from the moment he'd heard her speak he had known the truth of his own heart. He loved her with every fiber of his being, with every inch of his soul. Unable to help himself, he leaned over to brush a soft kiss to her mouth, her rosy lips far too inticing for him to ignore. When he pulled back, he was greeted by her beautiful eyes, staring back at him with their sleepy gaze. "I didn't mean to wake you," he murmured, though he was smirking as he felt her wandering hands upon his body. "Or maybe I did." He purred into her ear as he leaned down again, sliding his own hands beneath her lithe frame. She was giggling then, the sound like music to his ears as he tugged her pajama top over her head, throwing it onto the floor beside their bed. Their bed. It was still incredible to say, to think. Knowing that she truly was his wife... It made him happier than anything else in the world.
Except for maybe this.
He enclosed his hand around her breast, the feel of her heart beating into his palm as a soft sound escaped her lips. Kazuma leaned down, his lips trailing kisses from her mouth down to her collarbone, stopping only when they reached her chest. He felt her hands tangling in his hair as his mouth closed around her other breast, tongue working her nipple in quick movements. She was moving beneath him, arching her back as her fingers tightened their hold on his locks, every sound that came from her moving him closer to the edge. He slid his hands down the length of her body, fingers idly snapping at the elastic waistband of her panties. Her own hands were on the move again and Kazuma could feel her fingers tracing the outline of him beneath his boxers. "Kazuma!" She gasped as his hand brushed across her most sensitive of places, taunting her with his gentle movements.
A moment later and he was tossing her panties away too, leaving her naked before his gaze, a sight he'd never grow tired of seeing. She had his boxers pulled down and Kazuma shifted to push them away from his body, before he knelt before her, pushing apart her thighs with one hand. Positioning himself before her, Kazuma placed both hands on either side of her head on the pillow as he slid into her, the feeling sending shockwaves through his entire body. He could feel Fumino's nails digging into his back as she cried out with his every thrust, her hips grinding against his in the most delicious sort of way.
Though he didn't want it to be over yet, Kazuma could feel himself coming dangerously close to the edge. He threw his head back as he burst, her own little cry enough to make him want to go again. But instead he flung himself down onto the bed beside her, immediately drawing her close to his chest. Nuzzling the spot between her neck and shoulder, Kazuma could not help but to bite down upon her soft flesh. Every inch of her was ravishing, was perfect, was beautiful, so much so that Kazuma really had to say it was unfair. "I love you," he whispered into the darkness of their bedroom, tugging her closer to him as she drew the sheets over their naked bodies. She was murmuring it back to him, snuggling deeper into the blankets, her body warm against his. And then he drifted off to sleep, with her still in his arms, knowing he was the luckiest man in the world.
And the happiest, too.