Kyoko puttered around her gourmet kitchen, humming along toa songwhile pulling out ingredients in preparation for dinner. Kuon had insisted on professional, chef-level appliances and utensils throughout the kitchen, defeating Kyoko's objections with a single lethal Fairy Prince Abandoned Puppy look. I never could win against that look she thought wistfully. Though she had to admit, she cherished this kitchen.
Her thoughts shifted to her new role. When she received the offer for The Innkeeper Kyoko had felt an instant connection with Dina Demille. Dina's deceptively ordinary appearance caused her character to be underestimated frequently. Kyoko had lost track of the number of times that had happened. Dina was also intelligent, powerful, and utterly dedicated to the welfare and privacy of her guests, which Kyoko could relate to on a fundamental level, having grown up at the ryokan. In fact, the entire cast so far seemed perfect for their roles. They had yet to do a single retake between them.
Tonight Kyoko was making beef curry. It was a dish that called for making a homemade curry roux which was a little more time consuming, but for a seasoned chef like Kyoko, the meal progressed smoothly, feeling like it took little time. It was one of Kuon's favorites- melt in your mouth beef with fresh, tender vegetables, curry roux and other various spices combined in a harmonious, heavenly flavored dish. It was a foodgasm with a side of rice.
Kuon had talked her into making her own YouTube cooking channel a few years back, showing people how to make mouth-watering Japanese cuisine. They'd name it Cuisine With Kyoko, at Kuon's insistence on enjoying the english alliteration, and uploaded two to three videos a month. Her episode on this exact curry was the most popular. Kyoko was grateful to the gods (or goddesses) of Fate that she wasn't one of those women whose morning sickness was more like all day sickness.
She finished gathering the ingredients, her eyes widening perceptively as she took in the size of the massive carrot she pulled from the bag in the fridge. Whoa, she thought, glancing at the remaining carrots. They're all COUS, she chuckled to herself–Carrots of Unusual Size. Kuon had introduced her to one of his favorite films, The Princess Bride a few years ago, shortly after their move to America. It had quickly become a favorite of the couple. What are these people doing to their veggies? Shrugging, she began peeling the monstrous vegetable with her chef's knife.
Kuon was sitting at the kitchen bar, chin casually tucked in the palm of his right hand, watching her every movement like a hawk. For some strange reason he adored watching her cook. (In truth, he just like watched her, whatever she may be doing). A suggestive smile settled on his gorgeous face as he noticed her reaction. "I must confess, I feel a little intimidated by that carrot," he said, teasing.
Kyoko nearly peeled her finger instead of the carrot. "Kuon!" Kyoko chided through giggles. "You know, I'd really like to keep all of my fingers." She set the knife in her right hand down, leaving her left wielding the colossal carrot. "Besides," she continued, smiling broadly as she punctuated her words with a point of the carrot, "It's not as though you should ever feel intimidated." She let some heat seep into her amber eyes as she stared at him, a shiver of anticipation running through her at the promised sensuality she saw reflected in his own.
"You're right, I value your hands far, far too much," he replied, his green eyes never leaving hers.
Kyoko's breath caught for a moment as Kuon vaulted over the bar, landing in front of her. Her breaths came faster and strong hands lifted her easily at her slender waist. She wrapped her legs around his trim core and slung her arms around his neck as his hands traveled lower. "Mm," Kyoko moaned as he caressed her.
"I just love your ass," he breathed into her ear. His lips met hers in a toe-curling kiss as he carried her into their bedroom.
Then, they knew nothing but each other.
Some time later they smelled something burning which sent them both scurrying into the kitchen, still naked. "Oh no!" Kyoko cried in despair, her hands covering her face. "I forgot about the curry..."
"Oh well," Kuon muttered. He turned, drinking in the view of his stunning wife, and smirked. "I'm not sorry. You taste far more exquisite than the curry ever could," his long tongue gliding over his swollen lips. "In fact, I think my tongue's going to be quite sore tomorrow."
Kyoko blushed scarlet. "It's not my fault you're an overachiever," Kyoko replied, waggling her eyebrows.
"What can I say?" Kuon countered with an impish grin, "I wanted seconds."