A/N: I feel like I have already Tried Everything with these two! Well at least to the point of it being in character. haha.

Here is the count down - 3...

Kyoko rushed through the door and locked it up behind her. She kicked off her shoes and jerked off her jacket dumping it to the floor as she ran towards her laptop. She jumped into the little rolling chair and promptly fell.

"Oof," she yelped and went to her knees to boot up the laptop. She slapped her hand on the seat of the chair to drag it back, and slipped her butt back on the chair. Once seated, she double clicked on the video chat. She was only a minute late. It was 7:01 pm so it would be 8 in the morning there. Kuon's gorgeous face filled up her screen a moment later.

"Hi," she said with a huge smile on her face. Her feet shifted back and forth under the desk in excitement. "How are you? Did you just wake up? What are you doing today? You are starting the bridge scene today, right? How is Yashiro-san? Did you get any new offers? Anything fun? Have you seen Maria-chan recently? How did her play go? What…."

"Whoa," he said with his hands raised. "Slow down, sweetheart. I haven't seen Maria-chan, so I don't know how her play went. You could email her. She is eager to hear from you too. I'm sure she'll talk your ear off about her school fair. I started the bridge scene yesterday. It's slow but good. Even though Green is a pervert, he is a good actor. I haven't looked over any new offers yet. I will after I'm done with the film. Yashiro-san is good, nothing has changed on his side. And finally… I miss you terribly."

Kyoko blushed and mumbled, "I miss you too. It feels like forever since I've seen you."

"It's been a week, not even a week," he clarified for his sake as well as hers. He felt the change with her gone too, but someone had to be the strong one. "How is New York?"

She sighed and smiled. "Great. I mean it's different and busy and loud and I feel like I'm in absolutely everyone's way no matter where I go." Kuon pressed his lips together in sympathy. "BUT, once I get on set, everyone is really nice," she finished with a nice note.

"Are you able to keep up with the English?"

She laughed. "There are so many accents going around that it's rather funny. Even those who are from America say What to other Americans."

"Well, we can practice some more if you like," he offered in English.

Kyoko groaned. "No please. It's all I hear all day. My head is so tired of translating everything. All I want is for you to whisper sweet Japanese nothings to me."

He chuckled softly. "Is my beautiful wife tired?"

"Yes, but not enough to end this call. I've been looking forward to this all week.

"Sweetheart, we talk every day," he stated.

"Yeah, well…I miss your face," she pouted making him laugh.

"I miss more than your face," he said softly. She wasn't sure if he meant that sweetly or seductively, but with the way her body flushed and her heart sped up, she was hoping for the later. She licked her lips and got an idea. She unhooked the laptop from the power cord and lifted it up to walk towards the bed.

"Then let's make sure we get our fill, yes?" She whispered as she put the laptop on the bed and then stepped back.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a lift in his voice.

"It's been such a long day," she drawled and lifted up the bottom of her shirt. "I thought I'd get more comfortable." She lifted the shirt up and pulled it off overhead.

He groaned at the sight of her on his little screen. She unbuttoned her jeans and proceeded to hook her thumbs in the band of her pants and bent over to shove them down her legs. She leaned forward to brace herself on the edge of the bed and pulled her feet out. Kyoko playfully kicked the pair of pants away to the side and then smiled at him. He had placed his right hand over his mouth, and tucked his left arm beneath it as he leaned back in his chair watching her.

She reached back with a single arm and the bra fell slack around her chest. She shifted her shoulders forward, the straps moving down her arms. Her arms pushed her chest together and he rubbed his hand over his face and sighed.

"What are you doing to me," he said rhetorically.

She let the bra drop and rather than standing back up, she placed her hands on the bedsheets and slid them down to each side of the laptop. The only thing that was on his screen were her beautiful breasts hanging down as she lifted her knee to crawl up onto the bed. The camera shook as she moved onto the bed and the laptop was pushed back. She disappeared for a moment as she repositioned everything. It twisted around and he saw a different wall with a door leading to somewhere. Probably the bathroom, since she said the apartment she was given to stay at was tiny.

Her body appeared to block his view or improve it rather. She slipped down onto her side, her bare stomach and white panties filling his screen. She turned the screen towards her face, slowly moving it up her body until he saw her face.

"That is better," she murmured and nuzzled her head on the corner of her pillow. Kuon's perfect hair was mused up a bit and he was looking a little bothered.

"You really going to talk to me while naked like that?"

"I'm not naked," she rolled onto her back and she wiggled around and then returned to the screen and held up those white panties in front of the camera. "I was wearing these, remember."

"Kyoko," he moaned.

"You know what I miss the most," she started talking and rolled on to her back. "Your hands," she whispered and placed her hands at the base of her ribs and slid up to cup her breasts. She sighed and squeezed her own flesh. Her fingers ran over her skin and she lightly pinched her nipples. She twisted her head towards the screen and bit her lip.

"I never knew how small my hands were until I touched myself," she told him. "Every time you touch me, I feel like you are able to touch everything all at once. My breasts," she kneaded her chest as she spoke, "up my neck," she slid her left hand that was facing the camera up to her neck, "and even with your hand on my neck you can touch my lips and cradle my jaw." She ran her fingers up her jaw, across her lips and down the front of her throat in a caress.

"You make me feel so tiny and delicate when you run your hands down my body," she confessed and her hands disappeared from the screen as she ran them down past her ribs.

"That's because you are," his voice came through thick and deep making her heart race. "You are delicate, beautiful, sexy, petite, and all mine. Mine to hold and kiss and watch. I want to see you. Show me," he told her. "Let me see you touch yourself the way you want me to touch you. Move the camera until I can see all of what I'm missing."

It took a minute to move the laptop around and herself before she propped herself up on the pillows in full view to him. Her legs were bent up slightly and the camera was angled to her side slightly.

"You are breathtakingly beautiful, my love," he whispered. "Touch yourself, touch your perky breasts for me."

She did as he asked, her hands coming from below and lifting her subtle flesh molding them against her fingers. She gently squeezed them together. Her thump caressed the top of her flesh, moving down to her nipples.

"That's right, pinch them for me. Show me how hard your little tips are." She closed her eyes and rubbed her breasts, her finger slipping around her tingling nipples. Her fingers pinched the sensitive points between her fingers and moaned softly.

"What I would give to taste you right now. To take those sweet peaks into my mouth to tease and suck them." She let out another little moan at his words, her fingers pinching harder on the nubs. "I want you so badly, do you know that?"

She nodded.

"Are you sure? Do you want to see how badly I want you?"

She blinked her eyes and looked at the screen. Kuon had pushed his desk chair out until she could see him from his knees all the way to the top of his head and their living room around him. He was dressed for the day in a gorgeous dark blue suit, except his button up shirt was unbuttoned revealing the gorgeous span of his chest and stomach and his pants were undone. She shivered at the sight of him, long and hard rising up towards his stomach. His hand was lightly, lazily stroking himself, the dark red head disappearing and reappearing at the touch of his hand. Just seeing him made her body clench and weep with need. Without any prompting, she slipped her right hand down between her thighs and touched herself. Her fingers instantly met with the thick honey of her desire.

"No hiding," he told her. "Turn that sweet little pussy to the camera, sweetheart. I want to see those delicate little fingers play with that dripping wet flesh."

Her face burned but she lifted her left knee up higher and spread her legs so that it was on the other side of the laptop. She used her foot to move the laptop.

He groaned loudly for her. She knew this because he wasn't loud in bed, and the fact that he did that for her made her body buzz happily. "Touch yourself. Show me how you like to be touched."

"I like everything you do to me," she told him as her fingers slowly lightly caressed her inner labia and grazed her clit. "I've only done what you've done to me."

He smirked at her though it was small on the camera, she could feel the heat coming from it. "Then show me what you've learned."

She licked her lips and moved her fingertips up to circle the little button at the top of her folds. She took a shaky breath as the rough touch sent a tremble through her body. It wasn't slick enough yet, so she pushed her index and ring finger down and shallowly plunged them inside of herself.

"That's good," he mumbled. She glanced at him and saw his hand was moving quicker over his engorged flesh. "I can almost feel how wet and hot your body is. The soft flesh of you wrapping around my fingers, my hard cock. Can you feel it, sweetheart? Can you feel me inside of you?"

Her lower lip shook as her fingers sunk deeper inside of her. It wasn't the same, her nails were longer making her touch feel sharp. The angle was different, not allowing her to hit the same spots as he did. Her fingers were shorter, thinner and didn't fill her as much as he did. Her hand was a poor substitute to his touch and to compare anything to his manhood would make everything she tried to supplement with pointless and undesirable.

But he wasn't here. And she was sure that his dry rough hand was not the same as her warm willing body. Even her hand probably felt different stroking him. Nevertheless, it felt good. Her fingers slipped out and spread her desire up to her clit and she moaned softly.

"You are so quiet," he commented and then boasted, "I would have you screaming by now."

"Yes, well," she panted as her fingers caressed her slick folds. "That would mean you'd be balls deep inside of me, covered in my desire, and gritting your teeth trying not to cum."

He groaned and she saw his hand jerk sharply. "When did my sweet little wife learn to talk so dirty?"

"You taught me everything I've know," she whispered and pushed herself over the edge. Her fingers rubbed her clit back and forth lightly, rubbing as she threw her head back and cried out loudly for him. She's masturbated a few times since coming to New York and she was quiet without him. Something about having him there with her made her voice come out stronger.

She heard a grunt and turned to look at the screen. His hand covered the head of his shaft and he stilled all movements while he climaxed into his palm. She watched him with tears in her eyes. She wanted him here, or to be there with him. She grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her, wrapping her arms and legs around it, her body curling around it as much as possible. Wishing it was as warm as he was, that it held her, and kissed her and loved her as much as he did.

"I miss you, Kuon," she lamented. "Will you be able to visit me soon?"

Kuon took a breath and dropped his head back down to the camera. Sad eyes met hers. "I want to. I want to take a plane right now and be there with you, but…"

"I know. I'm asking when you might be able to come," she clarified. Kuon was cleaning himself up with his shirt, not caring that it might ruin the $500 shirt one bit. He had taken it off and was using it like a rag.

"Maybe in a month? The film should finish in about two weeks and then I should stick around in case they want something reshot. I think Green is leaving in a month, so we have to finish everything before then," he informed her and his face got larger as he moved back up to his screen, shirtless and looking like a dream.

"Hang in there, Kyoko. Focus on the job and I'll call you tonight. Okay?"

She nodded and then whispered a soft yes to him.

"When are my parents coming in?"

She lifted her head to speak clearly. "Next week. I think Tuesday or Wednesday."

He nodded. "Okay. Have fun with them. They know New York really well and would love to take you around, see some shows, go shopping. Let them spoil you a bit."

She snorted. "As if I could stop them."

He smiled sweetly, lovingly at her. "Now do we want to take a minute to get dressed again?"

Alarmed, she shot up and grabbed the laptop. "No, I'm fine. Don't leave yet."

He shook his head. "I'm not leaving. We still have like 30 more minutes left, but I know you don't casually do nude. As much as I would love for you to lounge around in the buff here at our place, you don't, so get dressed, or take a bath and I'll talk to you while you do so."

"Really?"

"Of course. I don't want to miss a single minute with you," he stated.

"I love you," she murmured, making him smile.

"I love you too."