A/N: This prompt was difficult coming up with something to do for it. I did have more fun setting it up though. Enjoy!
Kuon was wrapping up his day filming Extort. They were filming in a closed off section of businesses with outdoor shops and cars crowding the area. There were only a few dozen extras as the car crash and gunfire made by the two stars fighting made people scarce.
They moved through the fight choreography for the third time. The director wanting to make adjustments to the scene. Oddly enough, the fight scenes were more difficult for Kuon to do, because of his experience with fighting. Anytime he was fighting someone, he has to set his mind to not react outside of the "dance". That all on-film fighting was – a choreographed dance. Thankfully, Elliot was a very good partner. He was fast and sure with his movements. Though doing the scene three times was taking a toll on both men especially when they kept slamming each other against cars.
Elliot groaned as Kuon pushed him against the front of the busted car. Elliot slammed his combined fists on Kuon's back and he went down to his knee. Elliot had to hit Kuon in the face with his knee knocking him back on the ground. Kuon landed harshly on his back but kicked out hitting Elliot's knee making him sink to the ground. The two were supposed to be evenly matched, so the fight was drag out tiring until Elliot finally knocked him out.
"Cut!" The director called out and Elliot came over and helped Kuon up.
"Thanks," Kuon said in English as the man pulled him up.
"No problem. Hey Kuon, that move you did earlier in the scene, how did you do that?" Elliot tried to mimic it and Kuon smiled. They talked shop for a moment, using the set to practice while they reviewed the scene. About 15 minutes later, they called it a day.
Kuon was relieved and happy since the day ended before 7. He headed to the trailers when Elliot called out to him, "Kuon!" He turned around to see him walk over. "What are you doing tonight?"
Warning flags came up.
"I'm not sure, why?" He said noncommittal.
"I was sort of hoping you'd be free to go out, have a drink, check out the night scene a bit?" He asked hopefully.
Kuon pressed his lips together. "I don't know…"
"Please?" Elliot pleaded. "You are one of the few guys that knows English that is not a representative of the production company. I've tapped out my agency's resources on what to do here and I'm going stir crazy at the housing."
Kuon smiled in understanding. He's been here for a while and one can only get so far with a professional translator. They both had the same schedule tomorrow morning, so staying out too late wouldn't be an issue. Adding the fact that he was a pretty nice guy… "What do you want to do?"
Relief filled his face and Kuon wanted to take back his words. "Anything. Drinking, Clubbing, even just walking around eating and enjoying the night."
"Okay, hold on. Let me make some calls and I'll meet up with you outside your trailer," Kuon told him and he eagerly nodded and jogged to his trailer. Meanwhile Kuon pulled out his phone and called Kyoko.
She picked up on the second ring. "Hi," she said cheerily. Simply hearing her voice made him grin.
"Hey, do you want to go out tonight?" He asked as he meandered to his trailer.
"Sure," she easily agreed. "Did you have something in mind or just seeing what looks interesting?"
He sighed. "Actually, this isn't for us. Do you remember my co-star Elliot Green?"
"Of course," she replied.
"He is feeling lonely not knowing the language and he wants to go out, have someone native show him around. You up for it?"
"And you said yes?"
He laughed. No one could say that his wife didn't know him. "He got me with those big blue puppy dog eyes," he joked and she did laugh. "I'm going to call Kijima-san. I don't want to plan this and he is looking to drink and have fun."
"Really? And we are still going?"
"Do you not want to?" He asked worried that she might say no.
"I'm fine with it, sweetie, but you are not a club person. I'm surprised that's all," she explained.
"I guess I'm feeling generous, and so long as you are there, we'll have a good time," Kuon whispered softly.
"Hmm, corny. You are calling Kijima-san so he can plan it. Should I invite some other women? How many do you want to invite?"
He groaned. "I don't know. Let me call Kijima-san first and then I'll text you the details."
"Okay. Love you."
"Love you too," he replied.
Luckily – or unluckily, Kijima was available tonight, and he was more than happy to spend a night on the town showing an American the best places to "party." Kuon restricted it to one location and that he was free to invite anyone he knew that spoke English decently enough. Once that was said and done, he texted Kyoko the info and went into his trailer to get changed. Yukihito was there on his laptop and looked up at Kuon's arrival.
"Is it the dinner break or are you done?" He asked.
"The day is done," he said and started pulling off velco straps and buckles. "Elliot asked if I'd be willing to take him out tonight. Do you want to join us?"
"He asked you?" Yukihito asked with a raised eyebrow.
Kuon sighed. "Yes. He wants someone who is fluent in both languages to take him around."
His manager frowned. "He's been here for a while now. Didn't his agency provide him a manager to help him around?"
"You know how those things go. They are restricted by work regulations. He is getting restless," Kuon explained.
Yukihito eyed Kuon momentarily and then he sighed, closed his laptop and stood up. "Marriage suits you."
Kuon frowned confused as he pulled off his shirt. "Where did that come from?"
"You would have never agreed to this before." Yukihito started to walk out to give him some privacy and padded his arm. "I will skip out on this one. There are some offers for Kyoko-chan I need to review and I'd prefer an early night than competing against men 10 years younger than me for even younger girls' attention."
Kuon snorted. "Aren't you dating that dancer, Aimi-chan?"
"Yes," Yukihito smiled happily. "That too."
Once Kuon changed, the two of them went to Elliot's trailer where his assigned manager was waiting for him. The older gentlemen came up to the two of them and asked about their plans. Yukihito quickly intercepted and reassured him of Elliot's safety. With that, he left Elliot in Kuon's care.
"Thank you so much!" Elliot said with a huge smile. "Where are we going?"
"A club called Sekushi, but I need to head home first. Do we need to stop by your place too?"
"That would great."
Yukihito dropped both of them off at Kuon's. "Nice place," Elliot said as Kuon opened the door.
"Thanks," he replied and then yelled out in Japanese, "I'm home. Elliot is with me."
Kyoko came out with a huge smile already dressed to go out.
"Wow," Elliot whispered softly but Kuon heard him. Wow was right. She was wearing a skin tight mauve color dress. It was long sleeved but also off the shoulder on both sides. The skirt was also very short making her legs look long even with bare feet. It was simple in design but her body made it look so good.
"Hi!" Kyoko said and then bowed to Elliot. "Welcome to our home, Elliot-san." She spoke in perfect English.
"Thank you," he said with a little bow of his own, making them both smile. "Just Elliot please."
"This is my wife, Kyoko. She speaks perfect English, so you'll be fine. I'm going to take a quick shower and get dressed," Kuon said and quickly made his way to the bedroom.
Kyoko smiled up at Elliot. "Please come in, Elliot, make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink while you wait? Water? Tea? Coffee?"
"Water would be great." He smiled politely and slipped off his shoes before stepping in. Kyoko padded to the kitchen and he followed stopping at the counter divider. She smiled pleasantly at him as she handed him a cold bottle of water.
"Thank you," he said.
"You're welcome. How was the shoot today? Were you able to get the corner street fight done?" she asked with genuine curiosity. She leaned against the counter with her arms folded over the top.
He smiled. "Yes. There was a lot of set up and each little bit took forever to get done, but we managed to get through it," he answered casually.
"Please tell me that Kuon let the stunt double get hit with the car?" she asked and he laughed.
"Um…" He said with a bashful smile.
"Yeah, I thought so," she sighed. "Did you let your stunt double get hit with the car?"
"Yes," he replied honestly. "Honestly, I'm not allowed to do my own stunts as per my contract. I can do the smaller stuff, but the big things Mike has to do it."
"Oh, how nice," she said wistfully. "I know he would never agree to something like that, but I wish he would."
"Why doesn't he?"
"Pride," Kyoko snapped and then laughed. "No, I think it is father's fault. His father always did all of his own stunts, so I think he feels like he has to as well."
"Oh, his father…" Elliot went quiet and then recognition dawned on him. "Hizuri. Kuu Hizuri. The same Kuu Hizuri from Last Days?"
Kyoko smiled and nodded. "Yes! That's father."
"I can't believe I didn't make the connection. I love his movies."
"It's okay. You would have made the connection if Kuon had his blonde hair," she told him, and then stepped over to a collection pictures on shelves. She picked up a large framed picture and handed it to him. It was a family photo of their wedding day. He recognized them and there beside the beautiful couple was Kuu Hizuri and his wife. He did see the resemblance right away.
"Wow, father and son both married well," he commented and then grimaced worried about her reaction.
She laughed. "Thank you for the compliment."
He was relieved that she was so easy going. He handed the picture back and watched her as she put the photo back. She had a beautiful smile but then she had a beautiful everything.
"You speak English very well. Did Kuon teach you?"
"Yes and no," she answered and moved to the couch. "Join me?" she asked and gestured to the couch. He quickly moved to sit with her.
Once comfortable, she continued, "I grew up learning English to be the wife of a Ryokan owner. That is a traditional Japanese hotel."
"Okay," he said in understanding. "So then you are a hotel manager?"
Kyoko smiled and shook her head. "I'm an actress too."
"Oh! Sorry. Kuon and his manager mention you often, but I thought it was only because you were his wife."
"No need to apologize. I have only done Japanese shows and movies. If it makes you feel better, I've never heard of you before this film either."
He laughed. "Sure."
"Kuon told me my English is very proper, so he has been helping me with more casual talk," she finished.
"You mean he's teaching you to talk bad English then," he joked and she laughed.
"Probably."
"What kind of work have you done?" He prompted. Kyoko told him she mostly does antagonist roles and some tragic dramas, and a few actions but not as intense as what they were doing.
"I can't see you being a bad guy."
"And that is what makes her such a brilliant actress," Kuon came up behind him freshly showered and dressed. Elliot blinked looking at the radiant smile that graced Kyoko's face. Wow. Kyoko stood up first, and he followed suit. Kyoko went up to him all smiles and grabbed the edges of his silver blazer. She mumbled something in Japanese with a light little blush coloring her cheeks. The girl was adorable. Kuon replied softly and lightly caressed her face, and Elliot felt like he was intruding.
"Ready to go?" Kuon suddenly said in English.
They all waked to the front door. Elliot stepped to the side to put his shoes on, while the others went to a closet to the side to get theirs out. Kyoko pulled out a pair of black thigh high boots and moved to sit down and put them on. The moment she stood up, she gained a few inches of height and another couple of notches of sexiness. She grabbed a small black purse and then her keys.
"I'm driving," Kuon stated and Kyoko frowned.
"You are drinking. I can be the designated driver," She countered and Kuon opened his mouth to argue.
Elliot quickly interrupted. "Let's just book a ride," he offered and wiggled his phone. Kyoko booked a ride while they trekked downstairs. They were in the middle of the metropolis of Tokyo, so by the time they left the building, the car was already there waiting.
"Does this place have food?" Elliot asked in the car realizing he was hungry. Kyoko tapped Kuon's thigh to get him to answer.
"I didn't ask," he admitted and Kyoko snorted. She pulled out her phone and quickly looked it up.
"Yes, but it's ridiculously expensive sushi. Are you okay with that?"
"Food is food," Elliot assured her. "I miss hamburgers though."
Kuon agreed and then added, "And tacos."
"YES!"
"We have hamburgers," Kyoko said defensively.
"Teeny tiny burgers and they don't taste the same," Elliot said. Kuon didn't mind the smaller portions.
"I know a place," Kuon told the driver a new location. It took them out of the way a few minutes, but Elliot got his hamburger and Kyoko got one too because she wanted to know what the difference was. Kuon was forced to eat some of hers.
"There is too much meat," Kyoko commented making Kuon laugh. Elliot thought it was about a perfect as one could get without making it himself.
They made a stop at Elliot's temporary housing. The couple said they would wait to hold the ride so he ran in and did a quick shower and pulled out clothes that could equal his hosts.
Elliot Green was not a slacker in the looks department. Tall, built, with sandy brown hair and blue eyes. He stood out without effort in Japan, but he still wanted to look good. He put on a pair of black slacks, a bright red button up dress shirt and a shimmery black vest that would catch the light. He put on his normal black coat and felt like he succeeded.
The club was exactly that. A large building covered in lights and blasting music filled with busy people. There must have been hundreds of people outside trying to get in and no doubts hundreds of people already inside elbow to elbow in the building. The car moved up to wait in line with another row of cars. Kuon called Kijima and relayed that he was already there and to drop Tsuruga's name at the door.
"Why does he still call you Ren?" Kyoko griped.
"Because he's a tool," Kuon stated and opened the door.
It took a moment, but slowly, one person recognized him and then another. Someone recognized Kyoko and soon the news of them being there spread like fire and the whispers turned into screams. Kuon didn't even need to say his name at the door. The bouncer let the three of them in without issue.
Kyoko went to a club a few times, and while it was not her first choice of places to go, she could appreciate it. The music was all beats for your body to move and not listen to. The lights were bright pink, blue and purple with lighter strobe lights in the ceiling. There was a large bar that took up the right side with a small section of tables by it. A stage filled up the back of the building, raised between the two floors where a band or anything could sing with room to move, but now there was a massive DJ station with room for dancers. There was a second level that overlooked the dance floor to the left. It looked closed up and she knew that was where they were going.
Kuon slipped his arm around her waist and she looked up and smiled up at him. He nodded to the side and she walked with him. Kyoko looked back at Elliot and found him sticking close. They walked over to the next bouncer and this time he had to drop a name. The top had large sectional couches with low tables and little privacy curtains between seating areas. Kijima was easily found in one of the largest setups in the area.
He lifted his camera up at them with a huge smile and the flash came on. Kyoko knew they would be recognized here, so there wasn't an issue of being found. She smiled at the camera and Kuon held her tighter as they walked over.
"I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD EVER SEE YOU IN A PLACE LIKE THIS," he screamed over the music clearly speaking to Kuon.
Kuon shook his head but didn't say anything back. He walked up to their table, and there were two women she didn't know and Chiori and Erika actually came.
Kyoko smiled and quickly broke away from Kuon to greet them. She bent down and hugged Chiori, but Chiori quickly stood up to hug her back. As soon as she received word of tonight, she called them up to see if they would be willing to go. Chiori said yes but that her English wasn't the greatest. Kanae wasn't in the country otherwise she would have invited her first. Erika was about fifth on her list of invites and only because almost everyone else had plans. Kyoko was surprised when she said yes and was offended when she asked if she knew English.
"Of course, I know English! You'd have to be an idiot not to." Erika sneered.
So here she was. Maybe she would get along with Elliot. That was the goal tonight. Kyoko sat down next to Chiori. Kuon sat down behind her while Elliot sat at the end next to Erika.
"This is Elliot Green," Kyoko bellowed between Chiori and Erika's heads. "Call him Elliot only." They both nodded.
Erika was the first to go up and introduce herself even offering her hand in a handshake. Elliot smiled at her and shook her hand.
The two girls were models that Kijima knew. A woman named Mizuki who Kyoko's height with long straight black hair but with very defined curves that Kyoko wished she had. The other was named Sango. She had lighter brown hair very wavy with a tall lanky body. Both were beautiful in their own right. Kyoko also noticed Erika's three bodyguards were seated in a booth across from them.
A waitress came up for drink orders. Since neither of them were driving, they both ordered alcohol. The entire group already had a few empty glasses on the table as well as two champagne bottles. One was probably empty.
Everyone drank and talked for a while. Several rounds of drinks went around and Kyoko felt herself getting tipsy and started to slow down. She wasn't sure how much Kuon drunk but he had a higher tolerance than she did and was a rather quiet drunk. Chiori managed to talk to Elliot but knowing her English wasn't as good to keep up the conversation, she chose to take him down dancing. That made a chain reaction of pulling everyone onto the floor. All but two people.
"You don't want to dance?" Kuon said into her ear. She raised an eyebrow at him and pointed to his chest in question. Kuon shrugged and picked up her hand, pulling it out as if to follow her lead if she wished. She smiled and stood up. She pushed down the skirt a little as Kuon stood up. He took off his silver blazer to reveal a long-sleeved deep V-neck cobalt blue shirt that was a nice contrast to his black slacks. Kyoko lifted her amaretto sour and finished it off before leaving.
Kyoko danced to the beat and Kuon was more than willing to follow the sway of her hips. The crowded dance floor did not allow for any real dancing, but they moved to the beat of the music together. They mingled into the crowd and Kyoko turned around towards him as his hands stayed glued to her hips. Kuon had yet to remove a hand from her the moment they entered the club. It was either on her waist, hips, shoulder, back, or hand. The dance floor was no different. His hands glided up and down along her body as they danced.
They saw Elliot dancing with Erika. Chiori was dancing with someone she didn't know but looking like she was having fun. Kijima was also seen during their time on the floor dancing with a new person each time.
Kyoko was having fun on the floor and she felt a high as she danced with her husband. Several people tried to cut in. Men turned to her and danced beside her. Women came up and touched Kuon trying to get his attention. One look at the man she was with and Kuon's icy avoidance combined with his devotion to her made everyone pursue different targets.
Mine. Her hands ran up his chest and he pulled her closer to him. Their bodies bouncing and rubbing up against each other. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but she was amused at the fact that she claimed the most handsome man on the floor as her own.
She reached up and cupped his face and Kuon tilted his head against her hand. His right arm slipped behind her and pulled as she stepped up to him. Their lips pressed up against each other and they stilled all movement as they kissed. When they parted, Kyoko lifted her hand up to mimic a drink and then gestured to the bar. Kuon nodded.
They made their way through the crowd and found a pair of bar stools to sit at. It was at the edge of the bar which is why they were probably cleared as no one wanted to be in the corner. The bartender came by for their order and Kuon ordered for both of them. While the music was still loud here, people were actively trying to talk to each other. Their drinks came in record time and Kuon immediately paid. Kyoko quickly grabbed hers and covered it with her hand as did Kuon. The moment she took a drink, a woman came up to flirt with Kuon. He lifted his hand and pointed to his wedding ring and the woman left.
Kyoko laughed as he took a drink. A man came up beside her but instead of trying to pick her up, he held out a pen and paper. Kyoko smiled up at him, set her drink down and she quickly signed it. She handed it back with a bow and screamed thank you. It was then when he tried to get her to dance. She held her hands up and shook her head and then reached out to touch Kuon's arm. The man quickly bowed to her and to Kuon and backed off. When the third person came over a moment later, Kuon got an idea.
He took her hand and pulled her towards him. She frowned confused, but stood up allowing him to pull her over to stand between his legs. He propped his right foot on the stool edge and then patted his thigh smiling at her. Kyoko laughed and turned around. He helped her up to sit on his thigh. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and his went around her hips. She cuddled up against him as they both laughed sharing the stool. Her back was now to the crowd and there was this shield of intimacy that drove people away.
It also allowed them to be close enough leaning into each other's ear to talk… or kiss. Kuon liked having her in his lap. The line of her body was pressed against his side, her left knee was snuggled up between his legs with the right stretched out to cross over his left knee. Kuon finished his drink quickly and his free hand found purchase at the span of thigh between her short skirt and her thigh high boot. Kyoko was sipping her drink as Kuon nibbled behind her ear. His hand caressing her thigh with his naughty fingers slipping under the stretchy skirt.
She giggled as his mouth reached her collarbone and licked her. She dipped her chin down and captured his lips. She could taste the whiskey he drank and no doubt he could taste the cranberry from hers. They licked and sucked away the flavor until all they could taste was each other. Kuon's hand lifted up from her thigh to touch her arm and slide down and take the glass from her hand. She didn't look see what he did with it and didn't care. With her hand now free, she reached out for him, going up his chest and finding that tease of skin he had with the shirt. The taunt skin burned under her fingertips as she glided her hand up under the shirt to his shoulder.
Kuon's hand returned to her thigh and he hugged her tighter with his right. The long length of his arm curled around her back and his hand slid up the side of her body to allow his thumb to stroke the side of her breast under her arm. Kyoko squirmed on her "seat". She dropped her right leg down and shifted closer to him. Her left leg glided up along his inner thigh with her knee nudging his stomach in a weak attempt to see if he was feeling as good as she was. His left hand moved over her right thigh to the left that was against him and slid down the soft skin.
Kyoko gasped as his fingers slipped between her legs and nudged her core, stroking once against her panties. A dark blush covered her face and she looked around to see if anyone had a phone out in their direction. The bar was high hitting at her chest and she believed that was her saving grace. His long nimble fingers curled around the fabric of her underwear and found evidence of her desire. Her hand clenched behind his shoulder as he lightly touched her and her free arm grabbed the forearm attached to the hand under her skirt.
"Having fun?" Kuon said in her ear, his tone was more of a question than a tease and she nodded. He prompted her for another kiss and she obliged as his fingers wiggled their way and slid inside of her. A whimper crawled from her lips and her hips shifted forward and almost fell off his leg. They both held fast, his hand leaving her to hold her steady and her right leg moved to the ground to catch herself from falling.
They both stood up and Kuon took her hand. He started walking away from the bar looking for something, but for what Kyoko didn't know. He led her to the front of the crowd near the stage. The music was so loud with the large speakers in the area; however, that didn't seem to deter the crowd or them apparently. She followed him towards the back where it felt like only employees would go. She looked behind her worried as he pulled her along. The lights around them diminished but not enough to where they couldn't see thanks to the lights in the main room.
Finally, he stopped and pulled her towards him. She stepped up into his arms. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. She kissed him back and let out a moan as their lips parted and deepened the kiss. He pushed her back until she hit a black wall. She broke the kiss and looked around. Though there wasn't much to see. A black curtain hung behind Kuon and trailed all the way down to the end of the building. The only light was coming from where they came in.
Meanwhile, Kuon was kissing up her jaw and he reached her lips. She opened her mouth wide and met his tongue with hers. Something told her that she should be concerned but his lips, his hands sliding down the curves of her body made her eyes close and her will sink into his embrace. Kyoko put her arms around his neck and Kuon moved to lift her up. She yelped at the sudden action as he pinned her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tighter to his shoulders.
Her face started to burn and her heart was pounding faster than the music was as she felt his hand slip between her legs. The other was firmly gripping her thigh to help hold her up. He kissed her again and her eyes widened when she felt him push her panties to the side and the head of his arousal probed her slick folds. He removed his hand and Kyoko moaned out loud as he thrust up into her.
Her head thumbed back against the wall as he started to push her up along the wall driving into her. She couldn't believe what she was doing. We are having sex in a club. Her body bounced up and down, and she held on to him with everything she had. We are having sex in a club. It felt so good. Her voice was completely swallowed up by the music around them. She couldn't hear herself or him even though his face was buried at her shoulder. We are having sex in a club!
Oh please, don't let us get caught. She dropped her head on his shoulder and fisted his hair as she grew closer. Kuon must have been feeling the rush because he was not being gentle. Though the only thing that would be hurting tomorrow would be her tail bone, because her body accepted his pounding with ease. She could feel her own desire soaking through her underwear, coating both of them in liquid heat.
Her body convulsed around him as he pushed her over the edge of bliss. She felt her body go lax and he had to tighten his grip on her thighs.
"Sorry," she said but it couldn't be heard and she strengthened her hold on him again. Kuon changed to grind against her, his hands moving to cup each butt cheek, shoving the dress up around her hips. She twisted her head towards him and kissed his lower lip. He was panting, probably grunting with his brow furrowed with effort. He leaned in and took her lips as his hips jerked against her, the wall biting at her back and he stilled within, succumbing to his pleasure. They kissed during the afterglow, slow but deliciously intense. He grew soft enough for her to slip down and Kuon reluctantly let her go. While Kuon had a little more to do to be presentable, Kyoko went to take a peak back to the main room, because all Kyoko had to do was shove her skirt down a little and it was like nothing happened.
Kuon came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled her up against his body. She laughed and twisted around to face him. He bent down and kissed her. They were at the edge of the entrance and within sight of a few faces but this little make-out session seemed tame in comparison to what they just done. Kyoko felt giddy and even though she just came, she felt desire stir in her belly. His hands roamed over her body massaging and making her feel good all over. His mouth with every little lick and nibble made her feel lightheaded and hot.
Kyoko pulled back and screamed at the top of her lungs, "HOME!"
He nodded and they moved. Kuon meet up with Elliot and asked if he wanted to stay or go. Erika came up and hugged Elliot from his left. He smiled and shook his head and then held out his hand for a good bye handshake. Kyoko found Chiori and told her she was leaving. She nodded and agreed that she would go too. Kyoko asked if she wanted a ride and was secretly thankful that she said no. They made it out of the club after retrieving their things and the diminished sound was a blessing. They got one of the many rides out of the club, and Kyoko laughed as the car left.
"I can't believe we did that!" she said a little louder than necessary since her ears were still affected.
"Shhhh," Kuon hushed her and she giggled. She scooted over to Kuon's side, pressing herself against him and he hugged her. She grinned a goofy smile and leaned up to kiss his jaw. He smiled, twisted towards her and gave her a quick kiss. She pouted and pushed up for more but he motioned towards the driver and she sighed.
Home. She can wait till they got home.
The next day, Yukihito came to visit them and brought over a tabloid. He set the paper down in front of them during breakfast.
Hizuris put on a show at the nightclub Sekushi.
The front page had Kyoko kissing Kuon while sitting on his lap at the bar. The picture had captured them in a rather risqué lip lock but Kuon was easily recognized. The bottom of the picture said the article was on page 3 so Kyoko flipped to it. There were clearer pictures of her on this page, making it clear that it was them together the whole night. Little pictures of them at the front door with Elliot, them dancing on the floor surrounded by people, and two more of their little make-out session on the bar. Kyoko read the whole thing, talking about who they were with, what they wore and that was it.
"Hmm," Kuon said and closed the paper with the cover faced down. He picked up his coffee and sipped it without a care in the world.
"Hmm? That's all you two have to say?"
Kyoko quietly ate with a blush choosing to stay quiet.
"What is there to say?" Kuon countered. "It looks like they got the story right. They are even promoting Elliot and our new movie."
Yukihito hung his head down and rubbed his temple as if he was getting a headache. "You can't go out and do these kinds of things in public! You have an image to uphold."
"It's pictures of me out on the town with my wife. Pictures of me loving my wife." Kyoko choked on a bite of food at his choice of words, and she quickly coughed to clear her throat. Kuon continued, "I don't see anything wrong with what they said."
"That is not the problem," Yukihito sighed. "It's wonderful that you two are in love and you are not afraid to show the world, but this," he jammed his finger down on the paper, "is not something you do in front of a thousand people with cameras."
"It's a better story than the truth," Kuon mumbled softly under his breath.
Yukihito perked up at him. "What was that?"
"It's a better story than most others," Kyoko quickly chimed in. "At least they didn't try to paint us cheating with someone else. You know how they like to tear apart newlyweds."
Yukihito rose up and shook his head. "Is there more coffee? I need coffee." He grumbled as he walked over to the kitchen. As soon as he disappeared in the kitchen, Kyoko backhanded Kuon's arm.
"You are terrible," she mumbled trying to repress a smile to discipline her husband.
Kuon leaned in, raised his hand to curl around her ear. "But you like it." He leaned in for a kiss and she went in and bit him instead. He jerked back and sucked in his lower lip with sad little eyes.
"Only at the right time and place," she teased and kissed him softly.