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What's Love Got To Do With It

Chapter 4

"I said leave me alone!" Nozomi had been reduced to an angry pile of sniffles, as Cross dropped her into the room they shared. He had greeted those who saw him along the way, but he wouldn't make his presence officially known officially until the following day.

"I'm not leaving you alone, Nozomi." He said, calmly. Cross gave a roll of his eye as he watched his wife stomp over to their bed, dropping down onto it with a huff of her breath.

"Fine, then I'm going to bed." She said, removing her hoodie. Her jeans and sneakers followed in suit, until she sat in nothing but her underwear and camisole.

"Without any dinner?" Cross inquired with a smirk.

"I lost my appetite," Was Nozomi's reply.

Cross studied her for a moment before frowning, "Nozomi… we need to talk." He said.

"Can it wait until the morning? I'm exhausted." She asked, setting into her side of the bed. Her face had lost its stoicness, her forehead crease free as she truly looked worn out physically and mentally.

"Of course." Said her husband.

Cross, after a shower, climbed onto his side of the rather large bed, rearranging his pillows while his lover's soft breathing filled the dimly lit room. He glanced down at the troubled, sleeping form next to his own and couldn't help but sigh. His normally petite wife was thinner, far thinner than he remembered, and wondered if the unfortunate turn of events towards her health was due to him and his… distant business. He wanted to reach out and hold her, to have her small body against his great one, to take all the pain she was feeling away. He sunk down into his pillows, staring up at the ceiling in hopes that his mind would calm enough for him to get some sleep. His bed felt odd, after sleeping in random hotel beds alone (as much of a womanizer he was, he didn't want to risk being killed because he cheated on his dearest, not so sweet wife), and then to suddenly have the warmth of another body next to him was foreign… yet relaxing. He inhaled deeply; his refreshing stench of nicotine was replaced by his wife's shampoo and perfume. Meaning all those nights he was gone, she thought of him, held onto anything that reminded her of him.

"I missed you too…" He whispered, tucking thick tufts of pink hair behind her ear.

Nozomi larked in the shadows of her room as she sneaked out of her bed early the next morning. She dreaded the thought of waking her sleeping monster as she slipped into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind her.

She sighed, relaxing as the cool water chilled her problems away. For the first time in months her sleep wasn't plagued by nightmares, she felt refreshed being awake. She slowly palmed her arms, torso, and neck with soap. It wasn't until the water averted her that she opened her eyes, surprised to see her husband's giant body before her. Cross flashed her a smirk once she saw him, a light blush rising to her cheeks.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Nozomi asked, glaring as her hands went to cover her chest. He examined her stature, the corners of his mouth twitching into an even bigger smirk.

"Is it a crime for a husband to want to see his wife?" He countered, his voice teasing.

"Yes!" Nozomi said, very matter of factly. "Couldn't you have picked a better time?"

"But this is the perfect time," Said Cross. "And why is this damn water so cold?" He turned to adjust the temperature, and Nozomi couldn't stop her eyes from wondering. Marian had always been a very handsome man, but during his time away she supposed he'd gotten even more attractive… if that was possible. His back alone was packed with tighter, taunt muscles. His biceps larger, his torso stacked with just as much rippling muscles as his back. She felt her cheeks heat up and she didn't even know what the hell for.

"Mimi," Cross turned back to face her. It was rare when he used the nickname he'd given her, but whenever he did it he automatically had her undivided attention. "I'm sorry… for everything I've put you through these past six months." He said sincerely, his eye fixed on hers. Even now as he looked at her naked, frail state, Nozomi was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. "Have you been eating?"

Nozomi moved away from his touch, "Does it matter?" She asked, rather harshly.

"Yes! It does! Do you think I don't care about your health?" He groaned out of frustration.

"Oh because you care so much to dis-a-fucking-ppear for six damn months!"

"I was away on business!" Cross all but yelled, startling them both. He sighed, combing a hand through his thick wet hair. "I went on my own mission… while you guys have been fighting akuma, I've been investigating."

"Investigating? You left for six months to investigate? Investigate what?!" He must have thought she was as gullible as the other females that crossed his path.

"The Millennium Earl has begun to target the generals; I left to see if this was indeed true and if it was to warn the other generals." Explained Cross.

"And you couldn't have told me this?" To think that he didn't trust her enough with such powerful information, something that could possibly deal with his own safety and well-being, hurt her.

"You worry enough as is, how was I supposed to tell you my life could be even more in danger than it already was?" He asked.

"So it was alright to say nothing at all?" Nozomi cried. "It was alright for me worrying myself to death six months about you? You just up and left, you didn't write… or call! I didn't know if you were dead or alive!" Nozomi's voice creaked, tears pooling in her dark eyes. For a moment neither one of them spoke, nothing but the patter of water against Cross's strong back.

"Mimi…" Cross's face grew exceptionally soft, a large taking hold of the latter's face and bringing her closer. Desperate lips crashed against quivering ones, as he pushed her body up against the shower wall. His body denied her any access of getting away, as he pried her hands away from her chest, pinning them above her head. His lips trailed down to her throat, devouring the sides of her neck. Cross's rough yet gentle hands found her ample breasts, Nozomi's body arching, as he licked and sucked the sensitive flesh, having it harden between his warm lips. She moaned loudly, her breaths now in short pants, falling quickly under his touches. Cross pulled away, his smile gentle as he turned her around, her back now to his chest.

"C-Cross.." She exhaled, squirming in his embrace. His hands held her firmly in place despite her quiet protests. Nozomi gasped as she felt his fingers against her rear, parting the pale flesh. She squirmed a bit more before he pushed his fingers deep within her, her mouth opening in a low moan. Cross groaned heavily beside her ear, picking up his speed.

"I love you, so much Mimi." The man murmured into her ear, nuzzling her neck. Nozomi's answer was another whimper, louder, as she arched her hips to meet his hand. Her body was now screaming as he kept pumping his fingers in and out, his other hand having a firm hold on her right breasts. Nozomi reached her peak, releasing in a scream of pleasure, her fore head resting against the cool shower tile. Cross chuckled, clearly amused at how easily worn out she became. "Now Mimi, last time I checked you could hold out a little longer than that." He grinned smugly.

"You go to hell," Nozomi said, her cheeks flushed of all color.

"You go first." Cross mumbled, shoving his full girth into her from behind. Nozomi's entire body seemed to be on fire, the sensation of his skin against hers, of finally being reunited. He repeated this motion, pulling out then slowly sinking back in, going faster each time. Nozomi moaned loudly as her husband pushed back into her at a steady pace, his face buried into the crook of her neck.

"Ahhhh! C-Crooooooss!" Nozomi whimpered, her hands holding onto the towel rack tightly. Her cries, as he continued to rock in and out of her, bounced off the shower walls. Cross plunged deeper into Nozomi with all his strength, hitting a pleasure spot (and damn near her uterus and other organs too) head on, making her scream in delight. She repeatedly yelled out his name as he continued to hit that very spot over and over again, the smell of musk and sweat thick on the air. Nozomi gave a loud wail as she came again, her juices spilling down the inside of her thighs. That was enough to get her husband over the edge, his free hand fisted in her short locks and pulled as he released her name in one roar, his warm seed filling her to the rim. She gave a small gasp as he pulled out, pulling his wife into his arms and just holding her in the silence that followed.


"Mornin', General Cross! Boy it's good to see you again! What can I get ya?" Jeryy exclaimed loudly at the sight of the red headed general, his tiny wife in tow.

"Good morning, Jeryy." Cross said coolly. "I'd like pancakes, eggs, bacon, those little sausages you make, chocolate chip muffins, a couple bowls of fruit, and cold peach tea… oh, and a coffee for me."

Jeryy blinked for a moment before giving the general a wide smile. Cross exchanged a few more 'thank you's and other pleasantries before escorting Nozomi to a nearby table.

"Are you seriously going to eat all of that?" Nozomi asked, giving him a disbelieving look. So he became a glutton while away as well.

"Of course not, that's for you." Cross grinned. "I got the coffee."

His wife's face grew skeptical, "You can't be serious! I can't eat all of that!" She said.

"Well, I've got to fatten you up… I've got my work cut out for me. But if you still don't have that much of an appetite, we can always go work out again." The man inquired with a wink.

"You seriously piss me off, you dirty pervert." She blushed, looking down at her lap.

"Yeah, well after five years of being married I've noticed you're no cake walk either, dearest." Cross grumbled with a chuckle. Nozomi rolled her eyes, the blush still tinting her cheeks.


A/N: And there we have it. I know the lemon is pretty early, but it needed to be early so that this story could progress as I needed it to. Please rate and review! XOXOXO