Just the Two of Us
A/N: Welcome to Kyoko/Ren Week, folks! If you have no idea what I'm talking about: lemme tell you really quick: It's a Ship week for those of us who ship Ren and Kyoko to get together and create a whole bunch of stuff to celebrate the ship based off of daily prompts. Join in on the fun here or on tumblr, using #KyokoRenWeek!
Today's word is Glamour and it's used more as an inspirational word that I based the fic on! Please enjoy! I've got a lot of fun stuff planned for all y'all and hope you guys like it!
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I make it home later than expected-but I guess even that's expected. My luck dictated that flights arrive late and I miss things. It's why I didn't bother trying to make it back in time for the show tonight. Too late to even try and catch the end as it aired in real time. It doesn't matter, though, because Yukihito helped me record it it. And perhaps I'm late enough that maybe...
Click.
Yep. I look at the electric light of the clock on the side table just as the door swings open to wash the entryway in warm light. "I'm home," a voice calls gently into the dark room.
I smile and turn from the clock to to the glowing princess at the door. My breath hitches in my throat and I immediately fall into a deep bow. "You're beautiful," I whisper, quickly pulling her hand closest to me and pressing my lips against its back. "I must have died on my flight home and arrived straight to heaven," I murmur against her skin.
She sputters out a laugh. "Your version of heaven is your apartment?"
"Our apartment," I correct, looking up to meet her golden eyes. "And it's only heaven when there's an angel present.
Heat flushes to her cheeks and she tries to tug her hand away from my grasp. I let her win and straighten out to give her form a once over. Has it only been a week since I've last seen her in person? Surely it's been longer... however long-she seems even more beautiful since I left. "Rennn," she whines, fidgeting under my gaze. My smile brightens.
"You look gorgeous."
"Y-You said that already."
"So I did."
I could say it a million more times. It's just...I take in her entire presence and feel as my heart swells in my chest. Everything, from her toes, to the pale blue of her gown, to the embroidered flowers that bloom around her waist and arms...she's the image of a fairy queen. Just like she is. "That's the dress Mom bought for you?"
And Kyoko's eyes brighten, her embarrassment being pushed aside for the sake of jumping up on her toes in excitement. "Mhmm! Julie-sama bought me and Moko the most beautiful dresses from the runway shows and-"
"You know she would shoot you if she heard you calling her 'Julie-sama'," I laugh, interrupting the spiel I've heard so many times since my mother took the girls to New York for Fashion Week. Leading up to the show tonight, every day there was at least one mention of the infamous dresses that she bought for Kyoko and Kanae both. "You dress makes you look like a fairy queen."
"Oh! You should have seen Moko! She looked so sophisticated and beautiful!" Her eyes are filled with glittering stars as she goes into a spiel about Kanae-san's dress; something along the lines of fairy queen of death (a very high compliment in her book). My comment, once again, has managed to slip her attention. I inwardly sigh, I should have said that before bringing up Mom. "You could see the dress now!"
My lips pull up into an amused smile. There goes her one-track mind again. "Oh really?"
Kyoko pauses, taking a minute to chew at her pink stained lip. "You recorded it, no? We could watch and you could see Moko and then you'll understand what I me-"
"Kyoko." Best to stop her while she's ahead.
She stops short, looking up at me with confusion. "Is there something wrong?" I hardly hold in a laugh, earning a very angry pout-only making me laugh a little bit more. "Rennn."
"Sorry!" I manage to choke out, looking down at the lovely girl in front of me. "Don't you want to relax a little bit?" I say, motioning down at her dress,. Beautiful as she makes it, I can't imagine it can be very comfortable. After all, she's been in it plus heels for several hours at this point. "How about you take a quick shower? The show will be there when you're done."
Confliction shrouds her face and for a moment I think she's going to argue with me. But the fight dissolves from her features and she nods with a small smile. "That's actually probably a really good idea," She admits. "These shoes are slowly suffocating my feet."
Nodding, I lean down to brush my lips across her cheek-careful not to muss up her makeup before she has to take it off herself. "I'll see you in a few minutes."
Kyoko gives me one of her dazzling smiles and pulls her fingers up to her cheek where I kissed her. Just like she always does, almost as if she can't believe it just happened. I don't blame her. Sometimes I still don't believe that we're together. And we've been together for almost a year.
Almost a year.
God, the words sound so good in my head.
I watch as she scampers from the entryway we had crowded ourselves into to the restroom. Her movements are quick and graceful and she manages to not even step on the floor length train of her dress. Mother's obviously been giving her lessons. I smile to myself and turn my attention to the living room.
I love her so much.
The thought invades my head and repeats itself like a broken record as I begin to rearrange the room into our show watching setup. Push the coffee table out of the way. Pull the blankets and pillows from the closet. Go to the Kitchen. Make coffee. Don't burn the popcorn. I burn it anyway. Bring it all into the living room and make a picnic on the floor. Sit down with my back against the couch. Wait.
"You burnt the popcorn."
I look up from my place on the ground and smile sheepishly. "I tried," I argue weakly.
But it's kind of hard to form a coherent thought as I drink in her freshly showered body. Skin still flushed from the steam of the shower and still damp hair-she's definitely way too excited to show me Kanae's dress. I guess I can't blame her, really. Knowing my mom, if it's even half of what Kyoko's dress looks like: it's going to be phenomenal.
She doesn't bother with a rebuttal of words, opting instead to roll her eyes before settling down on the ground beside me. "I suppose I can deal with burnt popcorn-better than the undercooked chicken served at the show."
"See? I was just making sure I didn't poison you by undercooking your popcorn!" I joke easily, wrapping an arm around her warm skin. Kyoko laughs and snuggles closer into my embrace while I reach for the remote and switch the television on to turn on the award show. "So do you want me to fast forward through anything?"
A moment of silence. Then she looks up at me with something stirring in her eyes that I haven't seen in quite a while, to be honest. "Sho and his fiance performed the opening." She says, finally.
Ahh. Sho and his... fiance. Some girl from LME, I think. The relationship that managed to quell the intensity of the rivalry between our agencies. I always forget that Sho managed to settle down with a girl with the promise of marriage before I did. But patience is my virtue and I would rather not rush through things. Neither would Kyoko. I click my tongue and poise my thumb over the fast forward button. "You want me to skip?"
"...No. I was just... warning you."
I smile and kiss her forehead gently before pressing play and letting the show gone. Fuwa's performance and all. Before long, the Ishibashi brothers step on stage, playing hosts. Bo stands behind them, wagging his tail feathers awkwardly. I nudge Kyoko and laugh. "Who's the poor soul that had to replace you tonight?" It's always amazed me how she still manages to find time to play Bo. And yet Yukihito has somehow managed to fit it in her schedule...maybe he needs a raise, soon.
But Kyoko just smiles to herself and keeps her eyes glued to the screen. A question for another night, it seems.
We continue to watch in comfortable silence and it isn't until we watch as Kyoko herself steps onstage to accept an award for best supporting actress that she sighs wistfully and brings herself closer to me. "It was so glamourous-I miss it." She sniffs and I know she's trying not to let her tears spill from her eyes. "I wanna look like a princess again."
Bringing my other arm around her, I capture Kyoko into an embrace and pull her into my lap. She looks up at me with wide, tear-filled, eyes and opens her mouth to object but I shake my head, bringing a finger up to her lips.
"You're still a princess to me, Kyoko."
Tears finally fall from her eyes and I rush to catch them with my fingers. "H-How can you say that?" she whispers. Almost as if she can't trust her own voice in front of me. "I'm in pajamas and have wet hair."
I laugh quietly and use the arm still wrapped around her to bring her closer to me, still. Her body heat warms me as I look into her golden eyes. "Even princesses have to go to sleep sometimes," I explain. "And you'll wake up tomorrow and get ready for work and you'll still be a princess. Because even princesses have work in their castle-Do you understand?"
Kyoko offers me a small nod, her tears beginning to fade from their prominence in her eyes. I grin and swoop my face so it's level with hers. "Good." And I kiss her. Wait to see if she responds, if she give me permission and tug gently at her bottom lip with my teeth. But before we can get an farther into it, I pull back quickly.
"And one day, I'm going to make you my queen, if that's alright with you?"
Heat flushes her cheeks and she wraps her arms around my neck, bringing our heads level again. She kisses my cheeks. My nose. My chin. Before closing in on my lips and pressing hers against them in a movement that I can't ever seem to get used to.
She whispers one thing to me:
"Yes."
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