It is a quiet evening on that small cottage by the beach. Surrounded by folded origami fish, Olympia of the White spent her time reading quietly. Flicking through the thick and dusty textbook, looking for the use of the healing properties of some root or herb whose name slips her at the moment.
She has studied for the better part of two hours at this point, not looking for anything special, but reviewing the text after relevant knowledge on cheap, easily-available medicine for common ailments that could be incorporated into Yosuga's pharmacy for socialized use of the underground inhabitants. One never knows what sort of valuable information Douma has kept to himself out of spite all these years, and so she took upon herself to double-check.
Suddenly, the cottage's front door squeaks, alerting the dancer of a new arrival to her home, but she did not raise her eyes to meet theirs. The soft clicking of their rubber sole shoes ringing out against the hardwood floor through the otherwise silent and serene living space.
Slowly, they grow louder with each step. It takes more effort than Olympia would like to admit to keep her eyes on the full paper, aged from the many years of use.
The strong scent of mint and orange weaves its way into the air as the chair beside her slides out from the table, scraping against the floor. The familiar scent causes her to look up at the black-haired man now occupying the wooden chair.
Briefly, she wonders why Kuroba happens to be sitting at the table in silence, no books being placed onto the table nor are there any in his hands, no origami paper and no tea, either. It was then that she remembered that she had requested to be left alone that afternoon, so she could finish going through the books she smuggled out of Yellow.
Chuckling to herself, she raised her eyes and gazed on his own. "Hello, Kuroba. You are home early today."
"Hi, my love, I missed you." He leans over with a grin and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "How was the day today?"
"I have just been studying and working, Kuroba. I have barely moved from this seat since you left me this morning." Olympia explains. "How was yours?"
Naturally, she had not made it to lunch with him on her way back from picking up the letters from Yomi, and the man is just a little cross about the subject. The mention of the reason she has been kept from him brings a pout to his face, accompanied by the furrowing of his dark brows.
"It has been alright, but it has been forever." Leaning over once more, he presses another kiss to her cheek, lingering for a touch longer as if he did not actually want to be away from her. "I got so lonely because you have not stopped by. I swear I did."
Suspicion raises in her stomach, wondering what are the true motives behind Kuroba's loving mood right then and there. Gazing at him with a brow slightly raised, Olympia notices him chewing on his bottom lip whilst looking her over, drinking her up like she is the only thing that could save him from perishing.
There is a shimmer twinkling steadily in his eyes, so similar to the one he gets when he is close to some scientific breakthrough, or as he carefully sets the pieces in one of his fish specimens. A look of undivided focus and elation for a work well-done.
Kuroba scoots his chair as close to her seat on the bed as he can get, the warmth from his thighs spilling over onto her own. Slinging an arm around her straight back, tired from standing for so long, leaning over to press a soft and quick kiss to her cheek just as he has done before.
The doctor followed that innocent kiss with another, just above her jaw, and another, finally landing on her jaw bone. This one, then not as disingenuous as his first, lingering as he slowly starts to grin before pulling away to sit properly into his own seat.
"What are you up to, good sir?" Olympia says in an accusatory tone, laced with a non-existent venom thrown towards the black-haired man.
"What? I cannot kiss my darling love anymore? Must I carry a permit, too?" A playful lithe kiss against her shoulder coating each word that leaves his mouth.
"Sure, you can, but these are no ordinary kisses, are they? Right now, when I am trying to study…" She tuts. "I cannot help but feel like you are kissing me like you want to be between my thighs for the rest of the night."
The provocative words of his fiancée's pull a smirk to his face, wondering when she would find out his true motives.
Kuroba moves his hand to her bare knee, his rough hands usually so welcomed onto her soft and warm skin. His thumb rubbing slow circles just above the joint as he slowly starts to kiss down along the column of her neck, nipping at her collarbone.
"It is not my fault, Byakuya. I just cannot get you out of my fucking head. I keep thinking about how good you feel. You make me ache and I want to just worship you. Are you going to let me do it tonight? Please, my love?" He whines into her neck.
He can feel her breathing quicken and their thighs press against each other, knowing she does not want to give into the wetness that is slowly starting to seep into her panties.
"Come on, baby, let it go. Let us make good use of this bed." Kuroba pulls away and grips her hand, pulling her up out of her makeshift seat and into his arms. "I have to ruin you tonight. That ought to show you not to hide away from me, not to miss your appointments with me."
