A snow storm ravaged through Tokyo which was expected; however, it was bad enough to cancel work for both of them in the middle of the week. Which was just find for both of them. Kyoko walked over to the couch with her fresh brewed tea. The windows were open to see the dark grey sky slowly dropping snowflakes down to the ground. She was thankful for the day off, because this kind of day made her want to do nothing but cuddle up on the couch with a warm blanket.

Kuon was sitting at the end of the couch reading his script. She sat down next to him careful of her drink, lifted her legs up on the couch and pulled a blanket over her. He immediately sunk down lower in his seat to allow her to cuddled up against his left side and rested her head on his shoulder. She smiled up at him as she got comfortable. His lips moved silently memorizing his lines. Her eyes went to the curled-up booklet with highlights and notes written on the page. She read through the scene he was preparing for.

He was getting threated with the life of his son should he not succeed with retrieving his boss's son. A life for a life. Kuon was portraying a bad guy with mixed motives. He was the hired bodyguard of an arms dealer's son, and he lost him to a rival dealer. Now two factions are trying to retrieve the boy - Kuon's character - Saito, and Elliot's character – Grimes. Grimes was hired to get him while Saito was merely trying to protect his family from harm.

She sipped her drink as she read the scene. She could hear him whisper the lines under his breath and she found where he was. His fingers pinched the corner of the page and he waited as he lifted up slightly. Kyoko looked at the page and then up at him wondering why he wasn't turning it.

"You done?" he asked with a little smile on his lips.

"I'm not… Yes, go. I didn't mean to interrupt you," she flustered and turned her head to take a sip of her tea.

"You're not. I was merely letting you finish the page."

"Sorry, you don't have to think about me," she told him and twisted around so that her back was leaning against his arm.

He snorted. "I don't have to, but I like to. I really don't mind you reading over my shoulder."

She tilted her head back and looked up at him. "Do you want help running lines? Are you at that point for the scene?"

He smiled. "Not for this one, but I can have you do this other one," he flipped through the pages and found the scene he wanted to do while Kyoko sat up and then set her cup down on the table. He folded the book and handed it to her. She read the start of the scene and smiled.

"I'm reading as your wife?" She said incredibly.

He smiled. "Yes, we are doing this one this week too." He glanced at the window, "or when weather permits."

"Okay." Kyoko took a moment to read the scene. The scene was short about him telling her about the threat and what he was required to do. His wife Akane was a no-nonsense kind of woman. She knew fully who her husband worked for and the terrible things he was required to do in life. It was nice to see how much Saito respected her and valued her opinion even weighing the options she provided to see if they can all escape without repercussion. She was a strong character even if the scene with her was so short.

"Ready?" He asked.

Kyoko nodded and sat down facing forward. Akane was angry and frustrated with the situation while making dinner with Saito standing with his arms crossed deep in thought.

Kyoko fiddled with her blanket to keep her hands busy with the script on top while she delivered the line, "Why doesn't he simply pay the ransom?"

Saito sighed. "They will kill him anyway. Then they will have his money and Junichiro ."

"That is ridiculous. That would be starting a war! The moment that boy dies, the boss will cover the streets of Osaka with blood," Akane grumbled under her breath and then huffed. "Why is he threatening our son?" She glanced at their son playing in the other room. "Junichiro was stupid enough to run away from home, how is that your fault?"

"Because it's my job," Saito walked up and sat down next to her and took her hand. "He is holding me responsible for him becoming vulnerable and therefore I need to get him back alive."

Kyoko held Kuon's hand and held the script with the other. Akane licked her lips. "Ryu, this is suicide. You are going alone in a town filled with enemy men. We should run. All of us. We have enough money in savings. We don't need him anymore. You don't need to do his dirty work anymore."

Saito smiled softly at his wife. "I want you to go to your mother's."

"RYU," she sobbed.

He held out his hand. "Go to your mother's, prepare the escape bag. If you don't hear from me in 12 hours, go. Run with our boy and your mother and leave Japan. Go somewhere where you don't know the language, somewhere where they will never expect you to go and make a new life there."

Akane pressed her lips together and slapped her other hand over his. Kyoko's fist landed on the back of Kuon's hand with the script still in her hand and she read, "Ryu, you cannot go in there with your feet in the grave. You must do everything; I mean everything to come back home to us. This is what you've trained for your whole life."

He leaned in and knocked his forehead against hers. "I will not fail."

Akane nodded with a grim expression.

Kyoko felt her emotions rushing through her and she twisted her head against his and leaned in to kiss him. Shock filled him but he quickly recovered and kissed her back. She dropped the script and launched herself over him, arms wrapping around his neck, her mouth engulfing his.

"This is not in the script," he mumbled against her mouth, even though his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her closer.

"It should be," she replied, her hands sliding up sinking into his hair. Kuon spun them around so that she was beneath him on the couch.

"My husband just told me he could possibly die in the next 12 hours. I would demand one last moment with him," she combed her fingers through his hair and stroked down his neck and landed on his shoulders. "Wouldn't you want to leave with a memory that would encourage you to come back to us?"

"I think I would have chosen to run with you and our child. I'd rather fight the men I worked with and know to escape with my family than risk the rescue," Kuon said selfishly.

Kyoko snorted. "What about Junichiro? Are you going to let him die after almost raising him?"

He shrugged. "Grimes saves him," he told her and then dived in and started peppering kissed on her neck.

Kyoko laughed and lightly hit his shoulder. "Spoiler!"

"You've read the script, sweetheart." He said against her collarbone while his hand slipped under her sweater.

"Hence the reason why this should be in the script. She doesn't even kiss him goodbye," she argued as her eyes closed when his hand enclosed over her right breast.

"Neither one of them wanted it to be goodbye. He sincerely thought he could get him out without dying. Besides, if there isn't a single kiss scene in the show, there definitely wouldn't be a sex scene," Kuon insisted. He started to push her sweater up but not to take it off. He stuck his head underneath it causing her to laugh as it swallowed him up but then was cut off as his mouth latched on to her other breast.

"Which is weird! With all that blood and gore, your rating is already to the point that it wouldn't be unreasonable to have one." She squirmed beneath him, positioning herself to lay down and moving her legs around his hips. She hooked her right leg around his left thigh and rubbed up and down.

He popped his head out from under her sweater and glared at her. "Do you want me to film a sex scene on film with another woman?"

Kyoko flushed. "No," she said softly. "I was talking about your character."

He smiled. "Who is me, so let's stick with me sexing up with my actual wife rather than talking about me acting a sex scene with my character's wife."

"Okay," she said breathlessly. He nodded sharply once and ducked back down, his mouth licking at her diaphragm and squeezing her breast that was now sweaty from the heat of his hand.

Kyoko reached down for the edge of her sweater and wiggled to pull it off. His mouth devoured everything she revealed, his hands sliding up and over her skin, fondling her chest and sending delightful little shivers down her body. Her hands reached up over his shoulders and started to pull up his shirt gathering it up in her hand. Kuon quickly pulled out of it with her assistance and dived back in to kiss her. She hummed happily and felt him pull his knees underneath him. His hands ran down the side of her body and grabbed her pajama pants. He crawled back and she laughed as he started pulling them down with clumsy urgency. Standing tall beside the couch, Kuon quickly shucked his grey sweatpants and jumped back on the couch.

She yelped and then laughed as he playfully caged her. Her hands and knees were up in defense of his silly antics. He knelt down at her feet, his mouth loudly kissed her knees and shins as his hands slid down her outer thighs. His fingers sunk between her legs and glided back out slowly spreading her before him. He ran his tongue down her inner left thigh and then buried his face between her legs.

A gasp escaped her as he pressed a soft kiss at her center. He gingerly tongued the little bundle of nerves, circling it with the tip and then stroking gently across it. Kyoko exhaled a deep breath and whimpered as he licked her. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back on the couch letting herself feel his every lick, the press of his soft lips and firm tongue against her sensitive flesh. She felt her thighs start to shake and the pressure build. She exhaled, her voice groaning as he started rubbing the flat of his tongue against her.

"Aahh," she cried out as her hips thrust against him, her back arched and she clawed at the couch in her climax. It was so overwhelming, such a rush and always left her panting. Kuon crawled over her, his handsome face appearing above her with a smirk.

"Turn over for me," he told her and she nodded. With a final shuddering breath, she twisted around and got up on her knees.

"Do you want me kneeling on the ground oooooorrrrr…. Oh God," she couldn't finish as he filled her completely in one swift motion with their knees on the couch. The feeling of him taking her, made her whole body weak instantly, her arms turned to jelly and her face planted on the cushion. His hands were on his hips pulling her against him as he glided both of their bodies together. The loud wet sound filled the room with the muffled cries of her voice. Kuon had one knee up and the other was pressed against the floor giving him the leverage and strength he needed to delve into her.

She was drooling on the couch and didn't care. Her lungs couldn't refill fast enough, her breath coming in hard and fast like her lover. And what was more wetness between them. She could feel her arousal coat her inner thigh, her backside and him as the air created between them chilled the wetness on her skin. That blinding blood-rushing rush hit her hard and she clamped down around him. He grinded against her until his body leaned against her and pulsed within, exploding inside of her.

Too weak to stay up, she slid down and he followed after her. She moved to her right side and he to his left so that they snuggled up facing each other on the couch.

"See," she said breathless. "Who wouldn't do their best to come home to that?"

Kuon chuckled. "You've got me. I rush home every night because of you."

"Hopefully, it's not just for the sex," she joked.

"No, of course not," he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest. "I'd come home just as fast if there was no sex, maybe more so because I could finally get some sleep… OW!"

He jerked back and rubbed his rib where she pinched him. "I was joking!"

"You better be," she grumbled and snuggled up in his arms.

"Yes, yes, my little succubus… OW! That really hurts!"