A/N: This one ended up weird. Like not at all how I envisioned, but I decided to keep it as is cuz well time.

Kyoko ran off the set of Sweet Bean once lunch was called. They were wrapping up the last few episodes and soon she would say goodbye to another show. Bundled up for the cold winter day, she headed outside to go to studio A. She hugged the insulated lunch box as the wind blew freezing cold air through her stockings and over the collar of her coat. There was an upcoming storm and it felt like it was chasing her through the lot.

Her hand wrapped around the door knob and she yanked open the heavy door quickly jumping inside. She shivered at the entrance and let it hit her back so that it wouldn't slam shut. Security came up and she carefully closed the door while saying her name. He nodded and waved her through. It looks like they were setting up for a shoot, so things were noisy and her presence didn't interrupt things.

She saw Yukihito and quietly walked to him. "Hi," she whispered with a big smile.

He looked down at her and was pleasantly surprised. "Kyoko-chan, how is your shoot going?"

"Good, we are on an early break for lunch and was hoping to have it with Kuon? How's it going here?"

"Fine, but I think they want to do this scene before they call for lunch. Sorry."

"It's okay. I came unexpectedly. How is the American doing? Um, Elliot-san?" Kyoko could see him on the set. He had light brown hair, was as tall as Kuon but perhaps with some more bulk, though Kuon was not far behind thanks to his weight training. He was an up and coming action start in the States that has been featured in some recent blockbusters. Extort is actually being produced by US production company. It was merely set in Tokyo so there would be lots of off set filming of the city, and Kuon's character was a Japan ex-special forces that was fighting him. Towards the end, they would come together and work against the actual bad guy.

"He's doing well. Very friendly and so far likes it here. He doesn't speak any Japanese though, so he has a translator working with his manager and him," Yukihito informed her.

"You did say they were looking for someone who was fluent in English," she remembered.

"Right, and looks Japanese and let's face it, they didn't want much of an accent. Kuon was pretty much made for the part," he said with a smirk.

"He really was made for the US," she mumbled mostly to herself but Yukihito heard her.

"He's a star, doesn't matter where, but he isn't the only one." Kyoko frowned up at him and he continued, "I have an offer for you. It's in my briefcase in Kuon's dressing room. I thought I'd get to tell you about it later today but since you are here, will you come with me?"

She nodded and they made their way over to the dressing rooms. Yukihito opened the second door to the left and entered without hesitation. He left the door open for her and it remained open as Kyoko entered and sat down with him on the couch, setting the lunch on the table.

"This came in last week and President Takarada reviewed it before passing it over to me. He spoke to the producer and director of the film when they asked specifically for you to co-star in it," Yukihito gave her the offer. She read the cover - New Mutants: Higher Learning.

"It's a superhero movie for the US?"

"It is. It's a continuation of the series. Your character would be introduced in this film and will end up being the leader of the new team," he explained. She read the synopses of the show and the character while Yukihito talked. It will be filmed in New York for 3 months. It lists the names of the other cast members, but Kyoko didn't know any of them.

"Why did the president have to speak to them before giving me the offer?"

Yukihito sighed. "You know how he is. He's overly protective of his LoveMe girls, especially his number 1."

Kyoko snorted. "I haven't been in LoveMe for years. It's fine. If President Takarada approved the film then it must be a good one." She hesitated and licked her lips as she closed the folder. "Does Kuon know about it?"

"No," Yukihito answered. "Even though you two are married, I don't share your work with each other unless one of you brings it up to the other. Even though I manage both of you, which I do enjoy greatly, you are separate clients with separate accounts. That goes for his offers as well I'm afraid."

Kyoko smiled. "That's fine. Thank you for your discretions. I'm simply want to think about it. I never dreamed that I would be doing anything out of Japan. I never imagine the choices I made would lead me to move."

"You are moving?" Yukihito asked.

"I don't know, but I think Kuon wants to." Kyoko whispered softly and took a breath to calm the tears threatening her eyes. "I've never been offered a role in the States, why now? What if…"

"Hey," Yukihito stopped her, putting a hand over her shaky ones. "That is not something he would do, don't even think it. Kyoko-chan, you need to talk to him about how you feel."

"We did talk," she told him. "And it's been in the back of my mind ever since."

Yukihito smiled sweetly at her. "Kyoko-chan, Kuon will do everything in his power to make you happy, so…."

"That's the problem," she interrupted. "He is willing to sacrifice things he would not normally give up if it wasn't for me. He probably would already be back home by now. It's my fault he's still here."

"Kyoko-chan," Yukihito leaned in and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around him too softly sobbing. "You can't…"

"Am I interrupting something?"

Both looked up to see Kuon at the door. Kyoko jerked back and away to quickly wipe away her tears but it was too late, Kuon saw them.

"What's wrong?" He said with great concern and quickly moved to his wife's side.

Yukihito stood up and straightened his jacket. "Is the scene complete?"

Kuon looked up at the other man confused and stammered, "Uh, yes. Lunch one hour."

"Good, I'll take my leave then," Yukihito announced. "I'll lock the door for your privacy," he informed them and left.

Kyoko cleared her throat and quickly slipped her offer to the side and lifted the lunch she made for them. "I was hoping to eat with you, but um," she quickly wiped her nose but badly wanted to sniff. "I don't have a lot of time…" Kuon's hand came up and wiped away a tear that strayed from her eye.

"Kyoko, what's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing," she shook her head. She reached up and grabbed his hand and promptly kissed it before pushing it away. "I made onigiri and katsu chicken and…"

"Kyoko," Kuon took the lunch box and set it on the ground and then grabbed her hands within his. "Talk to me."

She shook her head and pulled away. She started to pull out her coat feeling the heat starting to become too much. "It's nothing we haven't spoken about before. I don't want to bring it up again because I know what you are going to say and I honestly am still unsure about the whole thing, so please." She looked up at him with watery eyes. "Please I don't want to talk about it again until I know what I want."

He sighed. "Okay," he whispered and reached up to comb back a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You look very pretty today," he said trying to lift the conversation.

She smiled and nodded. "As the leader and front man of Sweet Bean Café, I'm the pretty one, can you believe that?" She was wearing a pale pink baggy sweater dress with a large cowl around her neck. Tan knee high boots and white stockings kept her warm.

He smiled and dropped his hand to her knee. "Absolutely." The heat from his hand spread through her and stroked her heart. "My wife has always been the pretty one in every show she's been on."

She laughed. "I think my husband is biased." She raised her hand and walked her fingertips up against his chest. "Is this what you'll be wearing for most of the show?" She licked her lips as she took in his wardrobe. He was in full gear, completely black with military vests, belts, holsters, kneepads - the works.

"Yes, I have a few casual suits here and there, but this will be it," he told her.

"You look good," she whispered and started to lean forward, lifting her knee up on the couch to crawl over him.

"Kyoko, aren't you on…"

"All done," she answered as she slowly pushed him back. "And I've missed you," she purred. Kyoko crawled up over his lap as he laid down, his head rested on the armrest behind him.

"Kyoko, you're not suggesting…" he faltered as she straddled his hips.

"Why not?" she said, her fingers undoing his belt. "The door is locked and we have a little bit of time before I have to go."

Kuon nervously looked at the door and then back at his wife who was now unzipping his pants. "I'm not sure we should."

"He doesn't seem to agree with you," she murmured as she ran her fingertip down his hard-on. He groaned and then coughed to cover it. "I promise to be quiet if you will be." She teased and stepped off. Kuon watched her sit on the edge of the couch and take off her boots. He sat up and started unbuckling the vest, just enough to pull it off overhead, leaving him in a black long-sleeved shirt. When he laid back, Kyoko was pulling her stockings and panties from her feet. She eagerly twisted around with a huge smile on her lips. She crawled over him, leaned down and kissed his stomach. He shifted on the couch as her knee squeezed between him and the cushions. Her hands clawed under his shirt sending shivers through his body as her lips trailed kisses up his chest. She pushed the shirt up until it bundled up under his arms. He wasn't planning on taking off his shirt, but her insistence made him lift his arms and the fabric was pushed off by her soft hands.

"Hmm," she hummed in delight and ran her hands over his body. "You are gorgeous," she whispered, before coming down and licking him. He hissed as her tongue dragged across his left pec. Her hands slipped down to his waist band and he bit back a moan as she pulled him free. Her hand stroked him as her mouth nibbled and licked down his chest and abs. He peered down at her as she moved down his body and then gasped as she wrapped her mouth around his arousal.

"Kyoko," he mumbled as her head bobbed over him. Her sweet wet mouth sucking him in. Her tongue licking and swirling around his shaft. Her hands tugged at his pants and he lifted his hips and shuddered as she took him deeper into her mouth. Kyoko pulled them down to bundle around his thighs. When he sunk back down, she let him go. She crawled up and kissed him. Her mouth and chin were wet with her spit but it did little to slow them down. Kuon wrapped his arms around her feeling the thick sweater instead of her soft skin.

Their kiss broke as she impaled herself on him. Kyoko let out a gasp and a soft whimper as she shoved her hips down to meet with his. Kuon groaned, his hands fisted the thick cotton and shut his eyes tight. She pushed herself up, her hands on his shoulders and started to rock her hips above him. Her breath rushed in and out of her lungs as she moved, concentration furrowed her brow. He watched her above him. She was all dolled up in her sweet little dress that hid all of the dirty things they were doing in his dressing room. He ran his hands down her body to her bare legs to slip under her dress. He swallowed the lump and pressed his lips together as he touched her bare hip, his fingers caressing back to hold her butt as she moved. She rose up, straightening her back allowing his hand to roam up her waist and find the edge of the bra she still wore. She pulled her hands up from his chest and stopped her hips to unhook it.

"Don't stop," he told her and thrust his hips up making her moan loudly. She slapped her hands over her mouth and started to move again. Kuon shoved his hands up and forced her bra above her breasts for his fingers to feel and play with. She whimpered and increased her tempo. His fingers rolled her nipples, pinched and teased them under the loose dress.

There was a knock at the door and she gasped, stopping all movement.

"Kyoko-chan, Chiori is here to pick you up," Yukihito's voice shouted through the door and Kyoko started to move off on Kuon.

"Okay!" she bellowed back but before she could step off the couch, Kuon grabbed her and pushed her onto the other side.

"Five more minutes," he whispered and speared back into her. She bit back a scream and then took a breath to talk. "I…" she started with her voice a little too pitchy. Kyoko coughed to clear her throat as Kuon pounded into her.

"I'll be out in Five!" she yelled in a rush and then twisted her face towards the back cushion and started to moan with every thrust. Her legs wrapped around his waist; her hands clawed at his back. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room matching with her muddled voice and his soft grunts.

"Kyoko," he groaned in warning.

"It's okay," she breathed. "It's okay."

He picked up speed and she wished they had more time. She should have known better than to try with so little time left but she wanted him, wanted the distraction of his body and the proof of his love. She felt him shudder and still within her as he came. He pulsed within her, the warmth of his release filled her and she tightened the walls around him wishing he would continue.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"Don't be," she mumbled. "I know you'll make up for it tonight. Right?"

He smiled. "Until you beg me to stop."

She smiled. "Be careful what you promise, Hizuri-san. Last time, it was you that was begging to stop."