Riding in the car after the clinic visit...
Now, I wouldn't mind if it was Kuon asking me if - or where - he should insert it Kyoko thought as a scenario began to play out in her mind. She blushed hard. It suddenly felt far too warm in their vehicle and Kyoko angled the vent, forcing the cool air directly onto her heated face.
"Kyoko I was wondering–" he began, sparing her a glance. "Wait, what are you thinking about now?" a sly smile alighted his face when he saw his wife's flustered appearance.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Baseball," she replied.
Her grin quickly turned seductive and she followed up with, "And that you can insert it any time you want, love." No reason she should be the only one all hot and bothered.
Kuon instantly transformed into King of the Night. Long ago she would either have been petrified under the intense waves of his darkened gaze or would have clawed at the door, demanding to be let out, but Kyoko hadn't been intimidated by that for some time now; she was his Queen.
"How about now?" he asked, turning the car off the main drive.
Then Kyoko was grateful for two things: that she was wearing a skirt and that Kuon was an excellent driver–in all circumstances.