Kiss Kiss
By
Lady of the Ink
Pairing: Kyou and Kagura Sohma
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Theme: #17 – Kilohertz
Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket, but you knew that ...I hope. But I do own this story and all the twists that it takes.

Kiss Twenty-Nine
The Joys of Parenthood

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"She thinks I'm an idiot, doesn't she?"

Kagura looked at Kyou in surprise, wondering where the odd comment had come from until she caught sight of the paper in his hand. Their daughter's birthday was coming up in a few days and Kiko had made sure to write down what she wanted. Having seen the rather detailed description earlier that morning, it took a lot of effort for Kagura to keep the smile off her face. "She doesn't think you're an idiot; she just wants to make sure she gets exactly what she wants for her birthday."

Kyou gave her a look that said he wasn't buying it. "She wrote down color, size, brand, accessories…"

"Those are normal things to mention."

He continued as though she hadn't spoken, waving the paper in agitation. "Weight, shape, megabytes, functions, kilohertz, screen size, display color, bar code number..."

Kagura looked at him with a raised eyebrow, calling him on his exaggerations. "It doesn't say all that."

"Practically. She even put down what store and the aisle number. The aisle number! Like I can't find my way through a store I've been to a hundred times."

Kagura turned back to the sink to hide her smile. "Maybe she just wanted to save you some time; you've certainly complained enough about how much you hate going to those stores."

"She drew a map."

At that, Kagura lost her battle, giggling into a dishtowel. She'd known the meticulous list was going to send Kyou into a fit; she just hadn't thought it would be quite this funny to hear.

She heard him put the paper down and stalk across the room just before he gripped her waist and spun her around to face him. His body pressed tight against hers from knees to chest, Kyou glared down at her playfully. "You find it amusing that my daughter thinks I'm stupid?"

"She doesn't think you're stupid. She just thinks you're old and forgetful." Fresh laughter rolled from her throat as his expression hovered somewhere between shock and outrage. Apparently taking offense at her enjoyment of the moment, he growled. Without releasing his grip, he lifted her off her feet and turned. She felt the counter brush the back of her legs before she was lowered onto it, Kyou now standing with one of his spread legs on either side of her knees.

"Old and forgetful? She never does anything like that to you and you're two years older than me."

Too amused to find insult in his comment, she shrugged. "Probably because I'm not the one that's gotten crotchety in my old age."

"Crotchety?" His voice had dropped and roughened, a tone she had come to know as his "challenge accepted" voice. She wondered just what challenge he had found to undertake until she felt his breath on her cheek. A shudder worked its way through her body as she waited to see what he would do next.

She wasn't disappointed. With his eyelashes brushing butterfly kisses against her neck, she felt his mouth lightly graze her ear. "I seem to recall there was something I used to do that was quite good at making you change your mind. Now what was it again? My poor, old mind can't seem to remember…"

Kagura's hands slid up his arms until they framed his face, all humor dimming as she drew his lips down to meet her own. Even after nearly twenty years of marriage, he could still take her breath away with the simplest touch. The fiery natures that everyone had assumed would cause trouble for their marriage had, over the years, leant themselves to more pleasant facets of their relationship. Aside from the first year of getting used to spending so much time together, the majority of their flare ups were of an intimate rather than an argumentative nature. It was just one of the many things she had come to feel grateful for since saying "I do."

"Oh, that's just gross, you guys," came a disgruntled voice from behind them. Reluctantly pulling apart, they found the subject of their earlier conversation eyeing them with mild disgust from the doorway. Kiko shook her head as she stopped to steal an apple from the bowl by the sink. "Do you have to do that where people can see you?"

Her eyes fell on the paper lying at the edge of the table and she immediately switched from disgusted to excited. "You got the list!"

"Yes, I saw it."

"And?" Kiko asked, obviously having caught the odd tone to Kyou's voice. She watched him with cautious eyes, biting her lower lip as she always did when she was unsure what was about to happen. Kagura felt the same way; after hearing his irreverent ramblings earlier, she had no idea what he might decide to say.

"You don't see anything wrong with that list? Anything that might make me a little upset?" Kyou asked, his remaining offense showing itself only in a slightly sarcastic undertone that Kiko didn't seem to notice. She frowned down at the list, apparently checking for errors and omissions.

"Of course!" She looked up, genuine regret on her face. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I should have known that this wouldn't work for you. I'll go print a new copy right away." She smiled as she hurried out of the kitchen, calling over her shoulder just before she disappeared from sight. "This time I'll use a bigger font, okay?"

Kagura quickly slapped a hand over Kyou's mouth before he had a chance to reply.