Her house felt especially empty this afternoon. She quietly eyed the clock in front of her; the ticking and tacking of the "seconds hand" getting more and more on her nerves.
She couldn't concentrate. She had to try, though.
Taiga lifted the book in front of her once more. "Current Constitutional Laws of Japan were enacted in 1947, following the acceptance of the Potsdam Declaration proposed by the Allied Leaders in World War II and- UGH!"
Her face hit the table she was studying on full force, forcing a cry of pain out of her. She stared at the clock again. It was half past two and he was not home yet. She stood and tried to clear the dining table as best she could.
Several free pages of 'Constitutional Law' and 'Foreign Relations' were spread about her. She had forgotten which page came before the other. Tidiness was still not her forte.
She picked her empty bowl and plate and brought it to the kitchen, checking whether or not his food was still warm. She smiled when she noticed it was.
"It's almost three...That idiot will not have time to eat." Taiga murmured, setting the last of the newly cleaned forks and knives next the already cleaned spoons. Her lips morphed into a small grin as she recalled just how messy her house was a few years ago.
She turned to admire her work. All clean. Just like Ryuuji would do it. She frowned as she wore her wedding ring again.
The tiny woman huffed and puffed towards the dining table, grabbing her ethics textbook and tossing it towards the door with all her might. "Why the hell is he not home yet?!"
"I'm home!" Ryuuji announced, only to be welcomed by said textbook in the face.
Taiga immediately lit up, jumping up and down the chair she was sitting on. "You're either tired of studying or you were waiting for me."
"BOTH!"
Slowly, he rubbed his nose, placing the book on the table and untying his necktie. He patted the top of his wife's head and made his way to the kitchen. "Hey, it's still warm, I was not THAT late."
Taiga crossed her arms. "I had to warm it up. Why did you get home from work so late?!"
Ryuuji set his plate of grilled fish and rice next to her college homework. "Traffic." His hand moved to her face and she closed her eyes in anticipation.
"Thanks for the meal." And he started eating.
Taiga, stubborn as she was, kept her eyes closed, waiting. He took another bite from the fish. "This is pretty good." Again, he placed a handful of rice in his mouth. "Remember when you couldn't even cook rice properly? This is amazing." Ryuuji kept on eating.
"Why are you not giving me an I missed you so much kiss?! Or a welcome home kiss?! OR ANY TYPE OF KISS?!" Taiga demanded as she pushed and pulled her husband's shirt collar, while he laughed uncontrollably. "I wanted to see just how much you would wait before you'd yell at me."
"I hate when you play with my poor, poor heart like that." She quickly looked down, avoiding his gaze and, to her own admittance, adorable smile. He picked her up and placed her on his lap. "Come here you." And his kiss was hot passion. It still sent shivers down her spine even two years after their first one. It was hot and cold, wet and dry. His tongue tasted like fish, but any flavor on him was a delight. His hands made their way to her tiny shoulders and her arms pulled him closer, because somehow, he was not close enough. He was never close enough.
The kiss evolved into something more, from her lips to her neck, following an invisible path that he himself made in their years of marriage. She moaned and he inhaled. "We should stop. You have school later." She managed to breath out.
"School can wait."
"You have to eat."
"Food can wait."
She hated this. She hated this because she knew they had to stop. It felt as if she'd just eaten her favorite dessert and now she needed to put it in the fridge because she has to eat a salad first. She managed to muster the strength to pull away from his tongue.
"W-we'll have time later. It's like you always say."
Still hazed from the excitement of their love, he hummed a long winded sigh. "Duty first," He gripped her hips hard, ripping away another moan from his wife. "Pleasure later." She was fiery exhilaration for him. He was burning stimulation for her. He was about to move her, when she tried to make herself as heavy as she could. "Eat like this. Pass me my book; I'll study. I haven't hugged you for like 10 hours." He laughed and did as she asked.
They kept silent for a few minutes, Taiga still on his lap, trying to read as best she could. She started smelling his neck. She felt his shoulders tense as her nose brushed against his skin. "You smell nice."
"I smell of you."
"That's why I said that you smell nice. I like how you always smell so sweet. It's like you don't sweat at all." She rubbed her cheek against his, enjoying how lightly coarse it was. He was trying to grow a beard and she found it adorable. "I take care of myself. Clean house, clean body and-"
"Clean mind. I get it, you nerd." She placed a soft kiss on his neck. "How was your day at work. Is Koruno-kun still a pain in the butt?"
He smiled and took the last bite of his meal. "If you ever meet him, please be careful on how you speak in front of him."
"No promises."
Ryuuji made a soft noise. "Yes, he's still a pain. But not as bad as last week. I managed to fix the software issue in the client's network. Was pretty satisfying to see how he reacted." Taiga closed her book. "The one that has been busting the company's data for a month?"
"Yep!"
Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck as she placed a barrage of kisses around his face. "My husband's so smart!" He answered the attack by keeping her close to his body and standing up. "What about you, how's Law's school treating you?"
"Great, I presented my project this morning and - where are you taking me, you pervert?" She held him tighter, wrapping her legs around his waist. "To our bedroom. We'll talk more comfortably there."
"Are you sure we've got time?"
Taiga felt Ryuuji's smile behind her ear. "I've always got time for you, you dummy."
"I love you."
"I love you too, Taiga." Ryuuji said, closing the bedroom door behind them.
