"I'm home!"

THUD THUD THUD THUD THUMP!

Sayori barely made it two feet into the house when her girlfriend ran down the stairs to kiss her on the lips. And another on the cheek. And the forehead. And there Natsuki goes, abusing her special agent training to expertly takedown Sayori (gently of course) with a single leg sweep so that she can get a better leverage to kiss her better.

"CHU!* CHU!* CHU!*" A barrage of potato-chip flavored kisses all over Sayori's laughing face. She was right, time-off from work made Natsuki feel so much more lighter.

The warmth and pleasure never got old. Sayori was a bit disappointed when Natsuki stopped to purr into her ear: "...you're under arrest Miss~," her acting as good as a cheaply produced porn flick.

"Took you long enough," Sayori chirped. "Of-fi-cer~. What are you going to do to me?"

The pink-haired girl nibbled at Sayori's earlobe, sending long-awaited tingles all over her body. "First...I'm gonna take your clothes off. All of them. Strip you down, so you can't hide any weapons from me."

"Brrr. Cold. And calculating~."

"Then...I'm gonna get you on the couch, feed you food, and make you watch anime with me."

They got up giggling away. Whatever problems Sayori had before this- be it work related, depression related, or whatever, it vanished in an instant. Nothing could compare to seeing your girlfriend happy and healthy and free from danger. Chilling at home doing...

Sayori noticed the mess on the kitchen table and her eyes widened. "Babe, are you..."

"D-Don't look at that!," Natsuki yelled. She ran over and covered the mess of paper and ink and stationary with her body.

"Why not?," Sayori asked. "Pleeeeease? Can I see?"

"No way! Not in a million years! You hide the killer's identity, I'll hide my hobbies. Thank you and get dressed!"

"Ooh, naughty girl. Fine, you can hide your poorly drawn manga from me today. But you and I both know that eventually I'll see."

"Yeah! You'll see, when it's ready!"

There was no hiding the affection Sayori had for the small girl. After the whole debacle in Paris, Natsuki had made up her mind for good. She would put her own desires aside for now and stop tracking the killer down for the time being. She was doing this for Sayori. Everything was for Sayori. It always had been. So she resolved to quit being so stubborn and listen to her girlfriend and the FBI and take some time off to reap the fruits off her labor. There was a good two month vacation Natsuki had earned, and even still, Natsuki still comes into the office to make sure the place hasn't burnt down every so often. But when she isn't, she's reading manga, exercising, watching anime, shopping, baking and as of lately, making manga.

But, being the hyperactive girl she was, she still had the energy to produce 5-star dishes from thin air six days of the week. The other day was either take out, or Sayori's turn to woo her significant other, and that usually didn't end well.

"I love you."

Natsuki turned her head. "Huh? Shuddup, eyes on screen." They were eating Natsuki's cooking while watching an anime that Natsuki may or may not have already seen ten hours ago.

"Can't I have eyes on you?," Sayori asked. "Besides, I already watched this."

"What?! We've been watching for four hours!"

"...I was watching you this whole time."

"Oh goodness. Okay, so I can ask you what you think about-"

Sayori crawled on top of Natsuki with the libido of a hormonal teenager. "-Akane Tsunemori?," Sayori interrupted sultrily. "Mmm...she reminds me of you. Hard and tough on the outside but in reality..."

A warm hand slid down Natsuki's pants causing her to yelp in surprise. "...she's nothing but a sweetheart."

"S-Sayori...," Natsuki moaned as she felt fingers tease her crotch. "W-we should do this on the bed."

"You have the cutest moans baby," Sayori whispered. "Nah, I'll make you cum right here, thank you very much.~" She slowly inserted a finger inside Natsuki and pretty soon they were both hot and bothered. The anime ran idly in the background as they began to make love for the thousandth time, yet they both had tricks up their sleeves to make it interesting. Sayori had planned all this before hand down to every minute detail- and it only made sense that she brought equipment to their love making.

Natsuki opened her eyes to what was in Sayori's hand. "Is that a..."

"Yup. Wanna try?"

"Baby. I can't believe this. You had a dildo prepped and ready to go? So you planned on fucking my brains out after dinner and watching an anime you've already watched?"

"Actually I planned on making you cum at a very specific line that Tsunemori would say in the finale but..."

"But what?"

"But I'm not sure if you'll even last that long."

Natsuki burst into laughter, and Sayori followed suit. The night went well and soon the two collapsed on the couch together, naked and sweaty.

AN: The anime they were watching was none other than Psychopass.