A/N: I had fun with this one. I hope you do too!

Tonight was the party for the finally of Sweet Bean. They wrapped up filming it a little over a week ago, and while the finally wouldn't air until January, they were going to celebrate before all of the holidays started.

There were a few hours left before she had to be there and was going through her closet trying on dresses. Meanwhile, Kuon was laying across the bed with his script. She tossed several options onto the edge of the bed and glared at Kuon who was relaxing.

"You know it's not fair," she suddenly announced.

"What isn't fair?" Kuon asked never removing his eyes from the page.

"Men have it so easy when it comes to formal wear. You wear a nice shirt, a suit jacket and pants and you look good. But women have thousands of different options that need to be concerned with – the fit, the cut, the length, the print. A dress that looks good on Moko-san doesn't look good on me. A dress that looks good on me won't look good on Mother."

Kyoko paused. "I take that back. Everything looks good on your mother."

He snorted. "If you would go to the tailor for your dresses, then everything would fit you perfectly. Besides, why are you buying dresses that don't fit?"

"These fit," she grumbled. "I just don't know what kind of look I want to portray yet." She lifted a light blue dress and started to strip. Kuon turned to his side and put the scrip down to watch her.

"What look you want to portray? What does that mean?"

"See! You have no idea what I'm talking about. I need to determine if I want to look cute, casual formal, sexy but not too sexy because I can't be perceived as slutty." She sighed as she pulled the dress up over her body. It was a simple little dress with a modest V-neck, no sleeves other than a cute little ruffle that fell around each shoulder that crawled down to a seam at the base of her chests. The A-line skirt hit mid-thigh. She reached behind her and zipped half way but not to the top of her back where it ended.

She looked at herself at the mirror and shook her head. "It's too cold for short sleeves," she mumbled and shrugged it off.

"Nothing in your closet could ever be deemed slutty," Kuon assured her.

She turned to grab another dress from the bed in only her bra and panties. "What if I wore something from Setsu's wardrobe?"

"Nothing in Setsu's closet could be considered formal, so I think I'm safe," he smirked.

"You're safe?" she asked confused.

He smirked. "There is a reason why I took you shopping on that first night as the Heels. I don't understand why both Wood-san and Mother's first instinct is to have you wearing next to nothing."

She laughed. "Like that first wedding dress Mother had me try on- the 'Naked' wedding dress." She lifted up a maroon dress to put on next.

"You know that dress cost like 2 million yen," he informed her and Kyoko fell as her legs gave out from beneath her.

"Kyoko?" Kuon crawled over to the edge to look down at her. She was hyperventilating.

"2…" huff, huff, "million…" huff, huff, "Why!?"

He put his fist under his chin and smiled at her. "There were real diamonds and pearls in the lace that covered all the fun bits," he explained with a large smile. Kyoko groaned and covered her face. She mumbled behind her hands and shook her head. He only caught words like crazy and mother and money. She jerked her hands down. "How much was my dress?"

He shook his head refusing to answer.

"Kuon please?" She went up to her knees and he licked his lips as her chest was lifted in front of his face. "It's not like we can go back in time and change it. What's the harm of me knowing now?"

He smirked and rolled over so that his head hung off the edge. He raised his arms over his head and reached out towards her shoulder. "I'll tell you what," his fingers pushed off one shoulder strap of her bra, "You buy something of equal value," he pushed off the other, "and that's when I tell you the value of the dress." He dropped his fingers to the cup of her bra and started to pull it down but she slapped his hand away.

"No fun for you," she snapped and got up while lifting the straps back in place. She bent down and picked up the next dress. Kuon smiled with laughter in his green eyes. He stayed where he was, weaving his fingers together and resting them on this stomach as he watched her get dressed upside down.

She stepped into the next dress and pulled it up. She glared at him as she got dressed. He didn't even flinch as the fabric of her skirt brushed against his face. She slipped her arms through the long sleeves and reached back to zip it up. She raised an eyebrow at her husband and twisted on the ball of her foot to head to the mirror, purposely sending the a-symmetrical skirt into his face.

He laughed softly behind her as she looked at herself. This was sweet. It has a square neck-line both in front and in the back but the color seemed too dark on her. She wanted something lighter. She sighed and walked back over. She stepped up to him and his eyes ran over her. She couldn't help her own little smirk as she unzipped. She pulled her arms free and shoved the dress to her waist, and then proceeded to bend down dangling her chest over his face.

He instantly reached out to grab her, but she laughed and ducked out from under his arms. She grabbed a blue, black and white pattern dress at the corner of the bed. She stuck out her tongue at him and twisted around so that her back was to him. Kyoko bent down but didn't get as far as to lift her foot before Kuon's hands grabbed her hips and yanked her back. She screamed and laughed as he pulled her down to sit on his face. She stumbled and fell back on him fully which he did not seem to mind. Fear surged through her though, because she didn't want to hurt him in their games.

"Kuon!" she yelped. His hands wrapped around her thighs as she pushed back towards his chest. He lifted his head between her thighs and pressed his mouth against her panty covered center. "WAH!" she yelped and clamped down around him. He shook his head against her but couldn't hold on with her wiggling.

He let her go before she could do any damage. Kyoko rolled off the bed and landed in a squat on the floor while Kuon laughed softly. She sat down and felt a sting at her inner thigh. She looked at the spot and saw three angry lines. She popped her head up and growled at him, "You scratched me!"

"I did?" He pouted and twisted to lay on his stomach. "Where? Let me see?"

Kyoko automatically lifted her left leg and then slammed her foot down. "No," she snapped and walked around to the foot of the bed where the dress fell.

"Aww, but how am I suppose to kiss it and make it better?" He said with a sexy little pout.

She squeaked. Her voice choked in her throat and she felt heat rush to her face. How can he look cute and sexy at the same time?! NOT FAIR!

"No," she repeated. "And… and keep your hands to yourself."

She gave him her profile so that she could watch him and not put herself in any "danger". She pulled the patterned dress and it was tight going over her hips. Is this old? She pressed her lips together and pulled the top half through, hoping that less fabric would make it easier.

"That's too small," he mentioned.

She turned to look at him. "It supposed to be tight." Her arms slipped into the long sleeves and she lifted them up to make the form fitting dress ease up her body. The fabric pulled to place and she smiled triumphantly. "See, it fits!" She pulled the sleeves up her shoulders and walked to the mirror. She bit her lip as she looked at herself. It's too small. Did I gain weight? Her hand slide over her stomach and twisted to the side to see her profile. Movement caught her eye as Kuon rolled to his side so that he could look in the mirror with her.

"If you like it that much, I know a tailor that can take it out."

She cleared her throat. "I'm simply wearing the wrong underwear," she declared and pulled her arms out of the dress. She quickly took off her bra and threw it at him.

"Oo, are the panties next? I see lines," he teased as she put the dress back on. She didn't dignify his comment with an answer and pulled her arms back to zip up the dress. It had a low curved back line while the front of the dress reached up to her collarbone. The dress hugged every curve of her body all the way down where the ultra mini skirt hugged her ass and thighs. She turned around and faced him with a nod.

Kuon twisted around the bed to sit on the edge towards her. His eyes fixed on her body. She stepped towards him and felt the skirt ride up to bundle under her butt. He leaned his head to the side and she could feel his eyes burn through the dress.

"Okay, it's too small," she squirmed, her hands trying to pull down the skirt. "I must have bought this years ago and forgot about it."

"Yeah, it is," Kuon whispered in a husky voice. "It's so tight, I can see the dip of your belly button." He lifted his hand and stroked the dimple her belly button made with his index finger. Her stomach jerked at his touch.

"Even the imprint of your nipples," he murmured and lifted his hand towards her chest.

"Hands," she warned.

He smiled and placed his hands on the bed. He shifted his legs and wrapped them around her legs. She stumbled forward and braced herself with her hands on his shoulders. Kuon leaned forward, opened his mouth and traced the line around her areola with the tip of his tongue.

Kyoko gasped but did not move back to stop him. Her hands tightened at his shoulder and she took a shaky breath. She pressed her lips together as he tongued the harden bead. His saliva soaking through the thin fabric of the dress, making the aroused peak more prominent over the tight material. She felt herself lean forward and Kuon's mouth opened to accept her into his mouth. He sucked hard trying to pull her breast that was being forced down into his mouth. When he was left unfulfilled, she felt him sink his teeth at the meatiest part of her breast causing her to gasp.

He didn't bite hard, only enough to make her feel him. He replaced his teeth with his lips and slowly closed his jaw drawing it down from her mound ending it with a kiss. Her Emperor looked up at her with sultry green eyes.

"Shall we take it off?"

Kyoko immediately nodded. She started to move her arms back to unzip it but he stopped her with his words, "I'll do it. Turn around."

She took a breath and timidly turned, giving him her back. She expected to feel his fingers grip the zipper, touch her back, caress her skin, but he didn't. "Take a step forward," he instructed and she did so confused. Kyoko glanced back and saw him sink down from the bed to his knees behind her. She gasped as he leaned forward and kissed her back between her shoulder blades. Her eyes closed as he trailed kisses down her spine. Her head dropped down and she blinked to see his knees on each side of her feet and his hands over each one.

Hands to yourself. She flushed remembering what she told him and her heart raced in understanding. She took a breath to speak, but then she felt his teeth graze her skin as he worked to grab the zipper into his mouth. His breath came out hot against her and his nose tickled as he bit down on the tiny zipper. He pulled it, stretching the fabric as much as it allowed and then proceeded to sink down, and the dress slowly unzipped.

Even though the dress was coming undone, it wasn't getting any easier to breath. The zipper stopped at the top of her butt and he let her go. She lifted her foot to turn around but then hesitated as he licked the newly revealed skin between the zipper. He nuzzled his face against her back, nudging to her right and then she felt him start to suck. They had a rule between them: no marks, but she knew he was leaving her with a love bite.

Did she stop him? Hell no. Her hands tightened up into fists and both were pressing against the apex of her legs. She squeezed her thighs and shifted slightly as he sucked. It was something forbidden and each suck was sending little shivers through her. He let her go with a long lick and started up again higher on her back.

"Kuon, touch me, please," she begged breathlessly.

Kuon did not hesitate. His hands went from his knees to her legs and stroked up. He did not push her skirt up like she wanted, instead ran his hands over her hips and under her arms. Her hands were pushed apart and she slid them over his forearms. He reached up and groped her breast causing her to double over. His mouth popped off her back as he held her weight. He lifted up slightly to curve over her back as he grabbed the cloth of her dress and started gathering it in his hands. His fingers clawed at it, pulling it from her shoulders. He pulled her back and then yanked the dress down her arms. She gasped and then moaned as his hands immediately came back and fondled her breasts now freed from the garment. After pulling her arms out the final bit, she leaned back against him and her knees sunk down slightly so that his head would appear over her shoulder.

Kuon kissed up her neck as he molded her soft flesh against his hands. She dropped her head back on his shoulder and reached up to sink her fingers into his hair. He dropped his hands, gliding over her ribs and to grab her clothed hips. She felt him start to twist her hips and she lifted her arm up to avoid hitting him.

Her arms dropped back on his shoulders and he looked up at her hungrily.

"Do you still care about this dress?"

Kyoko blinked down at him confused. Finally, the words registered in her head and she shook her head. "No."

"Good," He stated and then proceeded to grab both sides of the open zipper and pulled with all of his strength. The dress ripped from the zipper all the way down to the bottom seam. He had to jerk once more making her squeak. As soon as the last bit was ripped apart, Kuon grabbed her thighs, lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed. Kyoko landed with a yelp and smiled up at him as he crawled up over her.

"You know that was pretty hot," she whispered.

He grinned. "Oh yeah?" She nodded while running her hands over his chest. He licked his lips as his eyes drifted down her body. "Anytime you out grow something, just let me know and I'll be happy to repeat the act."

Kyoko giggled. "Deal, and you are overdressed." She bit her lip. "Maybe this can go the same way?" She pinched the t-shirt he was wearing.

He smiled and rose up on his knees above her. He gripped the shirt in the middle of the chest and with a grunt he pulled until the fabric ripped from the center into strips. His handsome muscular form was revealed from the effort. His hand slipped down and ripped the last little seam. The only thing left was the collar which he simply slipped off overhead. It was completely silly but the whole thing made her heart race.

"Pants. Off. Now," she demanded.

He slipped off the bed and shoved off his pants roughly. Her breath was stolen as he lunged down between her thighs. His mouth bit down at the crotch of her panties and moved back taking them down with his teeth. She closed her legs so that they could slide off. Before she could drop her feet, he slipped between her thighs and sank himself down into her. She moaned, her back arched and she shifted her hips up towards him, trying to push him closer, deeper…

"More," she whimpered, her hands gliding down the side of his body to his hips and slid over the curve of his butt. Kuon began grinding against her. She widened her thighs and squeezed his cheeks and then proceeded to dig her nails into his firm flesh. He groaned and his hips buckled against her. Kyoko leaned back as her husband increased the tempo, driving in to her with abandonment. She raked her nails over his skin and up his back. It was never her intent to scratch him up, but he had hit this particular little spot and she couldn't help it when her nails dug into the side of his ribs.

Kyoko quickly learned that he liked it when she clawed him up a bit. Her hips would hit a little harder when she dug into him, or would quicken as she scratched him up. She dropped her feet to the bed and matched his fluid movements with her own. He moaned as they moved together. Her hands slipped up his back and stopped as she hit under his arm, curling over his shoulder and she clung on to him as she came. The strength in her arms pulled him down as her hips thrust up. He continued thrusting until flooding himself into her.

Kuon rolled off of her still worried about crushing her even though she has told him repeatedly that it was fine. Still, she made up for it as she rolled with him and cuddled up against him. She ran her hands across his body and flinched when she saw one of her nail marks on his skin.

"I'm so sorry," she told him and he looked down at her confused.

"For?"

"Doesn't this hurt?" she ran her finger across one of the red angry lines and he lifted his head to look at it.

"No, I'm fine," he told her and let his head drop back down.

She withdrew her hand and lazily drew lines on his skin as her mind. "Do you prefer sex rough like that?"

Kuon choked on nothing and coughed. "Where did that come from?

She shrugged. "You seemed to react when I hurt you a bit."

He snorted. "Sweetheart, I like sex. It doesn't matter if it's rough or sweet or quick or dirty. It is all good. Believe it or not, you are the one who prefers it rough."

She snapped up. "What does that mean?"

He smiled and lifted his hand to lightly caress her face. "You like it best when I go hard and fast, and you skip over foreplay most of the time." Kyoko scowled at him, prompting him to continue, "I'm not arguing, Love, and it's not a bad thing. All that matters is that we both enjoy it, right?"

She nodded with a cute little pout. "I like the sweet soft stuff too," she mumbled embarrassed making his smile widen.

"Kyoko, it's okay to like what you like. And hey if you want to try anything new, by all means let me know, but don't force yourself to do something you don't like."

She blushed and bashfully confessed, "I don't think there is anything I don't like." Then she quickly added, "Yet."

He laughed softly. "I feel the exact same way."

She smiled and then groaned. "We need to get ready for the party."

"Yup," he reached down and lightly spanked her butt. "Get moving. You still haven't decided what to wear yet."

Kyoko cursed.

A/N: I have some bad news. I have officially ran out of my story buffer and Day 19 hasn't been started yet and I won't have time to write it so tomorrow marks the first day where I fall off the schedule. Cry! I'll get it up as soon as I can. It's a fun prompt so I want it to be good rather than quick and dirty. Though those are fun too. haha. Thank you all for your support up to date.