Humming, Himiko unloaded the dishwasher. Sunlight streamed from the open window above the sink. Blue floral wallpaper lined the backsplash. The smell of soap lingered in the air.
"Hey, babe."
Himiko glanced up. Kokichi, her husband, leaned against the fridge, an orange in hand. He wore a long-sleeved shirt with a stripe across the chest and arms.
"Hey, Kichi." Himiko stacked plates on the white granite counter. Grunting, she lifted them and placed them in a wooden overhead cabinet. "I'm gonna finish up here and then watch the finale of my soap, if you wanna join me. It's getting really interesting; they brought back this old character and–"
"That's okay, I don't care."
Himiko stared. Kokichi peeled off the orange's skin. Tossed the skin onto the counter. Shrugged. "Just thought I'd tell you so you can save your breath. What? You wanted me to be more honest."
Scowling, Himiko slammed the top dish rack back. She began loading the bottom tray with dirty plates and bowls.
Kokichi silently watched her as she bent over to load the dishes. He eyed her pink, sleeveless sundress with a bow in the back. "Did anyone tell you, you look cute today?"
"No, not yet!"
"Good because that would have been a lie."
Exhaling, Himiko straightened. Eyes narrowed, she brushed back a stray hair. Fighting a smile, Kokichi took a bite of his orange, peel and all. Chewed.
Brow raised, Himiko set her hands on her hips. "Are you gonna stop anytime soon?"
Kokichi grinned. "Why don't you make me?"
Himiko's expression hardened. "I will."
In slow, deliberate strides, she rounded the dishwasher. Came to a stop before him. Kokichi gulped. "Uh, Himi–?"
Himiko fisted the front of his shirt. Pulled him close. Smirked. "You're cute when you're nervous." She whispered in his ear. "…Panta boy." After releasing him, Himiko resumed dishes.
Kokichi's face was as red as a cherry. Clearing his throat, he set down the orange. "Cute, huh?" He rounded the dishwasher to stand behind his wife. Wrapped an arm round her waist. Kissed her neck. "I don't know any cute guy, but I do know one hot, sexy guy right here."
Himiko gazed out in the kitchen, looking. "Where?"
Kokichi choked.
Himiko slammed the dishwasher closed, braced an arm against the counter, and placed her other hand on her hip. "You say I'm ugly but honestly?" She flicked her gaze down at his body. "You're nothing to brag about."
Kokichi stilled. Blinking, his shook his head. "Wow. Can't believe you went there. God, you're so annoying. Do a 360 and come closer."
Kokichi crashed his lips against Himiko's. Kissing him back, Himiko ran her hands up and down his back. Humming, Kokichi pressed her closer. Ran his hand through her hair. She melted into him.
"Daddy!"
Kokichi shook a fist. "Rrgh! The happens every time. Every time!"
Himiko laughed.
Emeline, a five-year-old with wavy black hair, bounced into the room. "Daddy, daddy!"
Kokichi squatted down. "What's up, princess?"
She ran up to him. "I can't find my Barbie horseback riding coloring book."
"Shouldn't it be in your bookshelf in your room? Have your brother, Akeshi, help look."
"Kaaay!" She pounded off, shouting for her brother.
Kokichi stood. "Now where were we?"
Chuckling, Himiko tapped his lips. "I think we were right here." She kissed him slow.
This chapter is made up of lines myself and my friend Milkbonez have come up with over the past year. It was fun making them into this chapter! ^_^
Myself, puffinmuffin13, and Mod Kichi are hosting an Oumeno weekend event called Himikichi Harmony. Prompts and dates are:
Aug 8) Date / Masks / Memories
Aug 9) AU / Grief / Fireworks
Aug 10) Surprise / Hurting / Sleepover / Free day
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