You've got mail
The produce of a bored fic author.
Turning off the engine, Shoryu grabbed his coat, briefcase and such and got out. The night wind was chilly.
Better get indoors.
The apartment was dark. Faint light from the streets add an eerie glow on the furniture. No sign of something alive in here.
"I'm home." He whispered.
The warm gush from the shower relaxed the tension that had build up in his body. Its been almost 2 weeks, working day and night on that major project his company had taken. He had been sleeping for less than 2 hours a day.
Maybe I should take a break after it completes.
He got out of the shower, dried himself then mindlessly wrap the towel on his waist. His eyes caught the motionless little bundle, golden strands spilling from under the blanket.
I missed you. Do you?
Dinner, already cold, was set on the table. He didn't bother to reheat. Grabbed a random magazine and ate his dinner while reading. Setting his mind not to think about work.
Hmmm ... Interesting. It says 'My husband only cares about work' ...
Beer in hand, he sank into the sofa and finished the last of the article. The model's smile was beaming on its cover, its a women's monthly publish. Those type with tons of beauty and fashion tips and other women's things.
When did we start having a woman staying here?
Sliding it back into the rack, he emptied his beer. The silence was lonely. Soft jazz started playing in the system, he closed his eyes letting the music fill his mind.
Gotta check my email. Haven't been doing that for a week.
Scanning the list, picking up familiar sender names, important and interesting subject titles. One name amongst the hundreds caught his eye. He stopped scrolling.
Rokuta.
He followed the name. It was sent 3 days ago. The subject reads 'Important! Please help! Open immediately!' A smile crept onto his face.
When did he learn to send spam.
Almost deleting the email, when he saw that there were no prefixes, like Fw: or Re: and such. Pondered a moment then click open the mail.
I'm the only receiver.
If you are reading this, please follow these instructions:
1. Stop whatever you are doing.
He left the desk, leaving everything as they were. Set off for a more important mission than switching off the PC and the lights.
2. Get upstairs.
Taking 2 steps at a time, he finished the stairs in half the usual time. Reached the doorknob, turning slowly opening a crack. The room was still.
3. Get into the bed.
Sliding across the carpet, he hovered his beloved little bundle, caressing it lovingly, kissing the golden spill with his eyes. Setting one knee beside his bundle, he climbed into the bed straddling on the blanket. Something stirred underneath.
"Mmmn ... Morning ... Shoryu ..." Sticky sleepy dreamy voice.
Tugging the blanket open with one swift sweep. His lips sealed his.
4. Fuck me.
"Rokuta ..."
From: Rokuta
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