Prompt: Domestic
"I'm back!" Akane announced, closing the door behind her and trudging inside. She set her bag on the table and looked over at the man sitting on the couch, quietly reading as sunlight poured over the living room. Her heart fluttered at the domestic sight. Living together with him was a fragile happiness, and she was determined to cherish the time they had.
Kougami lifted his gaze from the book in his hands. "Hey. How did it go?"
"It was fun. It's been a while since I went shopping with my mother, and we bought some makeup. And I got something for you."
"Oh?" He was intrigued and joined her, just as she pulled out three small tubes.
"Lip balm."
His disgruntled expression was terribly funny. "Why?"
"Because you need it." She brought her thumb to his mouth, frowning at the dryness. "Even when we worked together, your lips were always chapped."
"You were looking at me then?" He had to look that attractive when he was smug.
"Just pick a flavor." She averted her gaze and fought off blushing, focusing on which one he chose.
With a sigh, he tapped on the red balm. She was about to hand it over when he said. "Wait. I want to make sure it doesn't taste terrible." He removed the cap and before she could protest, he rubbed the waxy substance onto her lips.
"I thought you were the one tasting-" She was cut off when he kissed her, thoroughly transferring the lip balm. Medicinal cherry mixed with lingering tobacco, but she focused on his fingers in her hair, the warm sweep of his tongue.
Well, that works, she dizzily thought. She resisted following as he pulled away, his voice rough.
"Not bad. But what are the other ones?"
"Mint, and the white's a mystery flavor." She breathily answered.
"I see. Should we figure it out? Or save it for last?"
"It's up to you. You're going to be using the lip balm."
"So we're testing them all." He was already opening the green-labeled mint.
"We are?"
"I'm not picking a flavor you don't like." His serious reply touched her and this time, she willingly pursed her lips for him.
The mint masked the bitterness of Spinels, so she preferred it over the cherry. At some point, she was lifted onto the table, and she played with his shirt buttons. He looked roguish and disheveled, with his tousled hair and dilated eyes. Her gaze dropped to his mouth.
"The lip balm moisturizes well."
"Mm. Still one more."
The last flavor was easy to pinpoint, though she wasn't too eager to voice it aloud. It was more enjoyable to pretend thinking it over, as her boyfriend's hands wandered under her skirt and rolled down her pantyhose. Per usual, there came a point where making out wasn't enough. "It's lemonade."
"I agree. Just like those candies you keep in your desk."
"I knew they were running low."
"Astute as ever, Akane." He moved off her and spun the lemonade balm between his fingers. "I'll take this one since it's your favorite flavor."
"What about the rest?"
"You can keep them; if I run out, we can share."
"Then, we'd better test how long a tube can last." Shoving off the table, she dragged him to the bedroom. Theirs was a fragile happiness, but for today, it tasted quite nice.