A strikingly attractive couple ambled hand-in-hand down the walkway outside the Boardwalk Inn until they reached the entrance to the Epcot theme park. The sinewy towering, cocoa-haired male drew eyes from the crowd like a magnet, his silhouette a stark contrast to the petite auburn-haired female at his side. Both individuals received appreciative glances, but the duo only had eyes for each other, moving like a single entity joined at the hip rather than the hands. The adoration they held for each other was palpable, a shimmering glow under the bright Florida sun as they made their way to the area where the majority of the rides were located.

"Kuon," Kyoko leaned towards her husband slightly. "I-is this normal? I feel like everyone is either staring or smiling weirdly at us."

He released her hand momentarily, pressing her flush against his body as he planted a chaste kiss atop her head. "It's because you look too darn cute, babe."

Kyoko pursed her lips. "I don't think that's it at all..." It's probably because you look too hot and I don't mean from the heat. Her husband was dressed comfortably in khaki shorts and a white button-up shirt that rippled in the breeze, pressing against his large frame, allowing little enticing glimpses of the muscular body hiding beneath the fabric.

Valuing privacy over anything else, Kuon had insisted their identifying VIP badges would be sufficient during their stay, forgoing the usual cast member escort in favor of venturing out in disguise wearing wigs and contacts. He'd paid a hefty fee for the privilege of skipping the lines for the duration of their stay and the assistant manager had readily adhered to Kuon Hizuri's wishes (how could he not), promising immediate assistance or guidance whenever the need arose.

"I'm sticking with that explanation," Kuon said with a smile and a shrug, squeezing her hand lightly. "So, what would you like to do first?"

You. Kyoko's ears reddened along with her cheeks and she turned her face away as though peering at something in the distance. When she turned her her attention back to her husband she found him wearing a knowing smirk. "You're worse than a teenage boy," he teased, giving her buns a light slap.

"And who's fault is that?" she asked pointedly, fixing her husband with what began as a glare, but settled into a playful smile. "Anyway, let's do Soarin' first."

"As you wish, milady."

After Soarin', which Kyoko had particularly enjoyed due to Tinkerbell's appearance and the fireworks display at the end, they went on Test Track and Mission Space, the latter of which was a snug fit for someone of Kuon's size. Kuon didn't seem mind however, figuring it wasn't every day one had the opportunity to experience gravitational forces that literally caused ones cheeks to fly back.

As they exited through the gift shop, the intense muggy air settled over them once more like a blanket and they could see the sun peeking through greying clouds with more gathering on the horizon. Aside from the ominous darkening sky, the thick air was heavy with the pungent damp and earthy smell of an approaching storm. Uh-oh. Kyoko instinctively knew they weren't going to make all the way back to their hotel before the storm hit, but she quickened her stride, Kuon easily matching her pace with his long legs. Then the heavens began to weep and within moments they were both utterly drenched.

Drops of rain flowed from Kuon's long lashes, forming little streams that ran down the male's handsome face, spilling like mini waterfalls over the outline of his jaw onto his clinging shirt. As Kyoko watched, he slicked his faux hair back out of his eyes causing her to flash back to the time she'd seen him in Guam- back when she still thought he was a literal fairy prince. She'd been so pleased to see him, to visibly see that he was grown and well, that she hadn't taken any notice of his physical appearance aside from his majestic eyes and sparkling blonde hair. But now she drank him in, not bothering to hide her carnal admiration. Hot damn. Her fairy prince was a literal wet dream- mystical and sexy all at once.

Kuon was struggling with his own sensual thoughts as he watched his wife through sidelong glances, following the rain's path down Kyoko's cute little nose until it fell onto her bosom- and lower. The damp blouse she wore revealed the top of a lacy black bra and his mouth suddenly felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls. He thirsted like a man on his third day floating on a life raft at sea, but unlike that poor sap, Kuon knew precisely what, or rather who could quench his thirst.

Rich velvety brown eyes met vivid hazel hues and in the span of a single heartbeat, Kyoko was in his arms, legs wrapped around the "v" at his waist, hands running through his hair. Their lips met, greedy tongues thrusting into each other's mouths and intertwining, a prelude to their body's true desires. Kyoko released him, kissing and nibbling lower, tasting the saltiness of his skin, and enjoying the blend of his sweet, almost tropical fragrance and Kuon's own distinct masculine scent before sucking hard enough to leave a mark when she reached the nape of his neck. The downpour swallowed up the sound of Kuon's guttural moan as he roughly brought her soft lips back to his face, sucking hard on the fullness of her lower lip while one hand traced the contours of her back and the other fondled her toned cheeks. Kuon stood in the center of the walkway forcing the flowing sea of plastic ponchos to part around them, oblivious to the awkward smiles or disapproving glances of the individuals sheltering underneath.

A loud whistled catcall broke through Kyoko's enthralled state, bringing her back to her senses. She realized her sodden shirt had ridden up with Kuon's hand and gently disengaged from her husband, embarrassed at their impassioned public display. Kyoko was flushed and sopping wet everywhere, but grateful she hadn't accidentally torn Kuon's wig off with how she'd gripped his hair.

Kuon pointedly cleared his throat in an attempt to push his sensual thoughts away, and held out an elbow to her with a wink, "Kyoko?" The heat in the male's eyes still churned below the surface like molten chocolate. Kyoko graciously accepted his proffered arm and they continued strolling casually along through the deluge until they came to Japan in the World Showcase. It really was a decent likeness with the building architecture, style, and gardens, which made her slightly nostalgic for her childhood home. But truly, her home was wherever Kuon resided because he held her heart.

They ducked into the shopping area, enjoying the tourist's reactions to the various products. Anime had been growing in popularity in the states, she knew, but it was still surprising to see the shopper's fervor for the merchandise. Kyoko saw movement from the corner of her eye and snagged the short sword Kuon tossed her from mid-air, eliciting a few sharp intakes of breaths from those nearby. The wife scowled at her husband whose grin only grew when met with her sour expression.

"Well?" he asked expectantly, handing her a wakizashi as well.

She knew exactly what he meant, but… "I thought we wanted to be inconspicuous?" Kyoko asked, bemused.

He merely shrugged, giving her a boyishly mischievous smile as he swung his katana, gauging the weight and feel of the curved blade. "It'll be fun and it's been some time since we sparred together." She could offer no rebuttal, and sensing she was about to cave, he continued pressing his point. "Besides, we've already been here for a day with none the wiser, save that one frighteningly observant gentleman who knew precisely who we were." The man had promised his silence in exchange for autographs.

The couple went outside to their watery stage, choosing an area offering a good balance between space for movement and spectator safety. First they began with a warm up sword dance, mirroring each other's movements in a deliberately slow and elegant pace, using the water to enhance their performance. A small group of brave souls gathered nearer to them, enduring the rain for a superior view of the spectacle. Kuon drew his katana slowly, with the dignified movement of a samurai and Kyoko tilted her head to the side in silent query. At his answering grin, she swept the carpet of water up, spraying his face to momentarily impair his vision while executing a spinning strike at his neck in shinobi style, but a samurai's movements are deliberately slow, leaving fewer weak points to exploit. The crowd gasped when Kuon, eyes closed, met her blade with his own in a flawless blind block. His eyes snapped open and he skillfully changed the trajectory of his long sword with a spin of his wrist causing Kyoko to answer with a deft backflip that allowed her to remain unscathed. The woman narrowed her eyes at the man and in one fluid movement, unsheathed her tanto, flinging the short blade like a shuriken, forcing Kuon to knock the weapon away as Kyoko delivered a slash to his shoulder that he was just barely able to turn aside.

They battled for several more minutes, engaging each other as though their encounter were expertly choreographed until Kyoko finally left an opening that Kuon took full advantage of, literally sweeping her off her feet and catching her before she crashed onto the concrete. The crowd erupted in applause as Kuon picked up his princess and kissed her soundly before setting her down. They took a bow and before anyone- especially the cast members that were approaching- could get close enough to engage them in conversation, made a hasty exit, dashing into the flood of people recently freed from their watery constraints, minimizing the chances of being followed or found out. During their fight the thunder and lightning had abated and the rain became little more than a sprinkle, but the couple, gripped by battle and other kinds of lust, had failed to notice.

The sun came out, accompanying the drizzle and a soft, seeping mist appeared on the pavement as they paused in France. "Phew," Kuon said, smiling broadly at the woman he adored.

Kyoko stuck out a petulant tongue at her husband. "I was hoping the rain might give me an advantage, but I should have known," she mock pouted, hanging her head in exaggeration. "It's hard being married to someone who excels at everything, you know?"

"Everything, hmm? Would you like me to show you how hard it can be?" he asked in a low, seductive voice.

Kyoko ran a deliberately slow hand over his pecs, down to that alluring indent at his waist-line, flashing him a sensual smile. "Promise?"

The couple grinned at each other, hastening back to their hotel room. Some-time later they cuddled in bed, Kyoko tucked into to Kuon's shoulder.

Kyoko chuckled to herself and voiced her thoughts to her perplexed husband. "We're not going to see much of Disney World at this rate."

Kuon smirked, "That's why I arranged for five days babe. I'm well aware of your insatiable appetite."

"My insatiable appetite?" she asked. The woman shifted her slender form away from his side, mounting him. She leaned forward so her breasts were pressed alluringly against his chest as she lightly ran a finger down his jawline. "I'll show you insatiable."

Kuon squeezed her ass, smiling broadly. "Mm, please do."

A/N

They like getting caught in the rain hehe. Also, Sensei keeps giving us action scenes or images of them with swords and it made me want to include something in here after seeing the swords on display in Epcot xD (even if it's kind of random lol)