Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! There would be severe consequences if I did~ Kufufufufufuu~
a/n;;; 'tis the season to be jolly, falalalalaaa~ lalalalaa~ It's almost Christmas Eve, and no snow as fallen. I guess there is no White Christmas for us this year. I couldn't get around to writing a full chapter, so I decided to throw in a filler instead. Think of it like a sneak preview into the peaceful future where everything is a happily ever after~! (Apology for any Ooc-ness in advance! otz)
Warnings: 1) TYL! 2) Mild lime 3) Spoilers
Merry Christmas!
Soft city lights twinkled like stars, shedding their light in streets and alleyways against the night. White. It was everywhere. Over the rooftops, into the mountains, on the branches of trees. Soft flurries of snow fell from the sky in graceful dances, waltzing, laughing, treading along with the cool winter breeze. It led them through the heart of Sicily, its houses, churches, bridges, pedestrians, all coated with a rich layer of feathers the colour of doves. Staring at the outside where magical transformations took place during every breath, Akira smiled widely. What better phrase to describe mother nature's miracle than Winter Wonderland!
She was dressed in a tight-fitting nightgown. It was soft pink, and frilly with laces and bows. Her figure was slim and tall, like the supermodels who advertised for Victoria's Secret or Channel. She had just turned 25 yesterday. Akira brushed some loose strands of midnight locks away from her face. Her hair was getting long. She thought about getting it trimmed, and then thinned into layers. But she decided against that the very next minute. A certain Cloud Guardian was fond of their length after all.
The silence was blissful, engulfing the whole of the Vongola Mansion in welcomed tranquility. Most of its occupants were asleep, seeking comfort in the gentle lullabies of their beds. The children were asleep too, even the most mischievous little devil wanted Santa to put a satisfying present in his stocking. Akira smiled, recalling the many colours that were strung across the grand fireplace in the main living room- where the Vongola Family frequently gathered. It was also on this same night, exactly five years ago, that Hibari Kyouya, the feared and respected Vongola Cloud Guardian, asked for her hand in marriage.
Coming to think of it. Asked. It wasn't quite the right word to describe what happened. He had simply marched up to her in the middle of their Christmas Dinner, slipped the diamond ring onto her finger, and kissed her full on the mouth in front of everyone. "You're mine." he had said, with an ever so serious expression adorning his charming features. That night's celebration had ended early. Hibari had carried her to his room, and then, in the dark, he began to feel for the ribbon tied around her waist. No one had any questions when she moved in with him the day after.
Unexpectedly, a gust of chilly wind suddenly stole through the balcony and into the opened doors. Wrapping its way around the beautiful female, it enfolded her in an icy embrace. Putting her arms about herself, Akira shivered. Delighted giggles, however, escaped her chaste lips as scattered flakes of snow playfully landed on her skin, soaking through the satin.
The bathroom door swung open behind her, but she failed to notice the entering figure in the climax of her excitement. Puffs of water vapour surrounded his irresistible body, loosely wrapped in a chemise and a pair of dark denim jeans. Hibari leaned against the back wall of their bedroom, watching his young wife with much amused eyes. She looked like a silly child, happy, but shivering with cold. Shaking his head with an almost rueful sigh, he glided forwards, and wrapped his arms around his startled wife, burying his face into the sensitive part of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. Lavender. Drinking it up as if the water of an oasis.
"K-Kyouya!" Akira gasped. She felt his warm chest on her back as he pressed their bodies tightly together. She leaned into him willingly, grateful for the refuge. Akira peered at his handsome face through her thick lashes. His hair was damp. It also looked a little windswept, although she was sure that he hadn't been outside. His face was indeed gorgeous, with his high cheekbones and patrician nose. His eyes, those enchanting blue crystals, were capable of looking into her soul. That was where she stood now, with him reading her like an open diary. He was smirking, and Akira remembered how she hated that arrogant twitch of his lips when they had first met. Her next though was interrupted when he kissed her. Right in front of open balcony doors were they could be seen by almost anyone if they so wished.
She had to give in. Akira moaned, like a purring kitten. Hibari smirked in satisfaction. He bit at her lower lip until it bled. She felt herself being lifted off the floor. The door to the balcony snapped shut and the curtains were drawn in seconds flat, and during her next breath she was already settled upon the soft mattress of their king sized bed. "K-Kyouya-mhmm" Akira moaned again, louder this time. They shouldn't do this here. Not now. But her mind was hazy. Overrun. Exploding. With the feel of his hands on her and the guilty want for more. She tore open the collar of his shirt and a few buttons escaped and fell to the ground in muted clatters. Hibari's smirk only grew wider, knowing that she couldn't resist. Her soft hands were now clasped at the edge of the blouse, which was barely hanging onto his body, and were in the process of tugging it from his shoulders. He slipped out of it willingly, literally ripping the silk from her body. Akira winced inwardly. That one was her favourite.
His hand moved to the small of her back, rubbing circles on her smooth skin. She locked her arms around his neck, forbidding him to leave. He now kissed her with more passion, and Akira felt that her lips would bruise. Her beautiful husband was not gentle, despite having the pretty face of a fragile porcelain doll. His tongue slipped past her guard, claiming every inch of her mouth. Then he moved down to her neck, leaving purple marks in his wake.
Excited footsteps echoed in the massive corridors of the Vongola Mansion. Giggling as if he had just eaten too many pieces of chocolate, Kasumi quickly pulled his little brother along. They both wore equally mischievous expressions on their faces. Their running gradually ceased as the two boys tiptoed along. Yuki tried the door to their parents' room, and was delighted to find it unlocked. He smiled widely, sapphire eyes positively glowing with devilry. Without so much as another word they slipped inside. Past the outermost receiving room, then the private living quarters, and at last, stopped outside the bedroom. Suspicious sounding noises were muffled by the door but to Kasumi and Yuki's young ears, it was only the confirmation of their desire…whatever it may be.
Turning the doorknob, the two boys stumbled inside rather clumsily. They saw their Otou-san and Okaa-san on the bed, their bodies tangled in a mess of arms and legs with the bedsheets. Were they wrestling like the people that Uncle Ryohei sometimes watched on TV?
Both Hibari and Akira froze. The Cloud Guardian immediately sat up, relieved that he was still wearing his jeans. Akira pulled up their blankets up to cover her decency, her face pale but her cheeks rosy. "K-Kasumi-chan, Yuki-chan…w-what are you doing up? The two of you are supposed to be in bed."
Her sons gave her the most interesting expressions she had ever seen. They seemed to have many questions, especially the older one, but all of that was silenced with a commanding look from their Otou-san.
"Uncle Mukuro told us to come in a dream~!" Yuki blurted out in a cheerful voice.
Hibari and Akira raised their eyebrows.
"He said that if we got up right now and went to daddy and mommy's room. We'll be able to see them having sex!" Kasumi finished.
Akira paled, and Hibari made a fierce mental note to bite the pineapple haired Italian to death the very next day.
On the third floor, Rokudo Mukuro smiled. They had to educate them about the blessings of puberty one day. What was wrong with having a head start?"Kufufu~ Merry Christmas Hibari-kun, Akira-chan."
I'm finally finished! Having rushed this filler in one day before I go for a brief vacation this evening~! I hope I didn't take the sexual tension too far, but many of you were already corrupted anyways! Yesyes~! I'm talking about you~! *accusing glance* Oh, will you look at the time! I've really got to run now! I apologize if this filler wasn't well-polished and contained many many errors. It was a rushed job! Last but not least, Merry Christmas everyone, and Happy Holidays~!! Hohoho~~!!
-Pineapple Mist