True to his word, Toshinori had had to carry Shayera out of the love hotel a little bit later on in the day since she had passed out on him after he had reached his last climax, and hadn't woken up since. However it was all time well spent, in his opinion seeing as he'd had special preparations to make.
After all, just because Shayera had agreed to enter into a quirk marriage with him didn't necessarily mean that he didn't have to woo her. Events from earlier aside, he wanted desperately to impress her with his thoughtfulness and show her how he would treat her once she were his life.
So once he had left the love hotel, he had headed back to his place to put her to bed in his own nice, comfy king size and then had quickly scribbled down a little note for her just in case she woke up during his time running errands and laid it on the pillow next to her own and the kissed her cheek and left.
He was only gone for about two hours, and upon returning, the first thing that he did was check on her to see if she had gotten up for any reason only to find that she was still out.
Smiling somewhat at the picture that she made, all flushed and wrapped up in his bed sheets, he decided to quietly get to work. The first things that he did, was set a small bouquet of white lilies, soft pink roses, and lavender on the pillow where he'd left his note earlier. After which he had taken a few extra soft pink roses that he had bought at the local florist and carefully pulled the petals off of them so that he could scatter them over the bed while she slept.
And once he finished, he quickly moved to collect some more of the stuff that he'd gotten for her while he was out.
One was a bag of fresh clothing from her home that he had collected for her, as well as a small bag of toiletries, some make-up, her toothbrush, one of the floral shampoo's and conditioners with a matching bottle of lotion that he'd found in her bathroom.
He wanted her to have the option of showering once she was up and about if it made her feel more comfortable.
And then there was the medium sized bag with the jewelry store logo on it. To be perfectly honest he had never had an future wife before, nor had he ever slept with anyone that he intended to bind himself to in such a way. So he wasn't totally sure about what sort of procedures he was supposed to go through.
All he knew is that he had spent a shit load of money on some nice tasteful, albeit expensive pieces of jewelry to give to her. Several of which could easily act as an engagement ring/wedding ring. While other pieces were simply nice pieces of pearls with diamonds. And the rest were simply classically styled pieces of diamond and gemstone jewelry.
Knowing Shayera as he already did, he doubted that she would snatch them all up in one go. But he knew that she would at least go through them and pick out an engagement ring and wedding band, after she snatched up one of the pearl pieces that is.
Knowing his girl, she would insist that he keep the rest to shower her with over time.
And despite the fact that he might try to argue with her, he was fine with that.
Looking back towards the bed, he found himself inwardly preening upon reflecting on earlier's activities. He still couldn't believe that he had elicited such bold reactions in a virgin. Hell he was still having a little bit of trouble coming to terms with the fact that Shayera had been a virgin.
He knew that it shouldn't have bothered him, but for some reason, the fact that she had let him take her in that damned hotel like a common slut made something in his gut churn painfully. She had deserved better than a gaudily decorated room, and better than those crappy knock off satin sheets.
Though he supposed that she had done what she had set out to do. She had taken him there to make him feel better about himself. And to an extent her plan had worked beautifully.
He felt tons better about himself. Well...sort of.
But he would worry about letting her attempt to fix him again in the near future. Hopefully after they sat down and spoke a little bit about what had happened earlier and about what the two of them expected from this relationship. Assuming of course that she still wished to be in one with him.
And if she did, he would have to get in contact with someone in his lawyers office downtown a ways so and set up an appointment to go there and draw up the legal paperwork necessary for an quirk marriage.
But before he even thought of doing that, he needed to speak with Shayera about the terms that would be down on paper. Things like, if they should divorce a few ways down the road, what should she get as compensation for spending several years with him and possibly bearing him several children?
Contrary to popular belief, he was of a mind that if people separated and had kids- the ex-wife/mother got half of everything. Half ownership of any land and property, any money in his account/accounts, half of his collection of electronics, his car collection- even his vintage collection of girly magazines that he used to masturbate too.
And along with all of those things, she also go custody of the children (as long as she was mentally stable, and could care for them and there was nothing questionable happening behind closed doors).
He would hate for things to turn out that way, but he had sworn to himself when he was a teenage, living in a broken home himself that he would never make any woman that bore his child/children cry like his bastard of a father had made his mother cry.
No, he would be kinder, even if it would damned near kill him to do so. He would grant full custody, with the hope of visitation rights since he didn't want to be a deadbeat, absentee dad.
Hearing a soft moan coming from the bed, he internally panicked for a moment and wondered what exactly he was supposed to do now? Should he leave her alone, or stay somewhere outside of the bedroom or maybe go fix her a sandwich? What was he supposed to do? Huffing slightly he wished that he socialized more in his youth.
Maybe if he had, he'd have a damned answer.
Though he knew that he usually tended to clean out his fridge and half of his cabinets after a romp like the one he had had earlier. So maybe he should go fix them both some dinner and let her do what she needed to do before they faced each other?
Making a small sound of frustration upon not knowing the proper protocols in which to follow in an instance like this, Toshi panicked and decided to do the unimaginable...
He was going to call one of his female co-workers and get advice.
Slipping his work phone out of his pants pocket, he flipped the sleek device open and quickly went through his contact list and pressed the call button. The moment that his co-worker picked up, he instantly regretted calling her. Mainly because she was a huge, huge gossip and upon even thinking that he had a woman in his home, she would be dogging him for details about what had gone done.
And contrary to how most men act, he didn't kiss and tell.
So naturally, he quickly apologized when she answered the phone and told her that he had accidentally butt dialed her. She would tease him to no end about it, but at least he could live with knowing that he hadn't totally made a fool of himself.
Sighing he slipped the phone back into place in his pants pocket and guessed that he would have to go it alone and see what would happen.
Peeking back into the bedroom, he noted that Shayera was sitting up in bed, clutching his bedsheets to her breasts as she looked around his room with a small puzzled frown before her eyes locked onto him, hanging back in the bedroom doorway watching her.
"Hi." She greeted in a raspy voice that sent pleasant chills down his spine.
He smiled softly at her, and greeted her back almost shyly before asking. "How are you feeling?" as he entered the bedroom and slowly made his way over to the bed and seated himself on the edge of the mattress, closest to her as she replied.
"Sore. But that isn't all that unexpected after what happened."
He made a humming sound as he watched her finally notice the bouquet of flowers, and the rose petals littering the bed and blinked at them for a moment before calmly stating. "I think you broke my mind Toshi."
"Don't you mean blew your mind?" He asked in an amused tone as he absently reached out and tucked a few stray strands of her dark hair back behind her ear.
"No. I think broke is more fitting because I'm seeing flowers, but I'm not sure why they are here."
"I got them for you earlier while you were sleeping. I also got some other things, including some stuff from your place, just in case you wanted to shower or something before facing me."
She made a thoughtful humming sound and shifted so that she could lean her head onto his shoulder for a few minutes. Toshi wrapped his arms around her and let his fingertips playfully skim over her bare skin, causing her to shiver in his grasp before saying softly.
"As much as I want to cuddle, I think a bath would be nice."
"Then I'll go grab the bag with your stuff in it for you." He said as he reluctantly let his arms slip from around her and slowly made to stand up and leave to do just that.
"Thanks Toshi."
He hummed and waved at her from over his shoulder as he walked out of the room and returned several moments later with her bag in tow only to find that she was engrossed in studying the flowers that he had left for her to find upon his return home earlier from running errands.
He didn't bother asking her if she liked them. Pausing several feet from her, he watched her run her fingers lovingly along the silky petals of the lilies and smile. That smile of hers told him everything without needing to ask. She definitely liked them.
Laying the bag on the bed next to her, he started to leave her alone to do what she needed when she suddenly asked in a slightly nervous voice, "Um...is it okay if I wear one of your shirts Toshi?"
It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her what was wrong with what he had brought her when his mind fully registered the question and he quickly scrambled to his closet to find her a nice, clean silk shirt to wear. He didn't like the damned things because they looked utterly ridiculous on him and had only worn the handful that he had once or twice because he had gotten them as presents, but he'd bet that Shayera would look downright eatable in one.
Besides he wanted Shayera to have only the best, and silk was supposed to be one of the best fabrics on the market right?
Quickly finding one in a dark, shimmering sapphire blue color, he pulled it from the closet and then quickly returned to her side and held it out to her, noting that the light play from the shirt brought out the blue/black of her long dark hair. "Here, you can wear this."
She reached out and gently took the shirt from him and then slowly stood up with the rest of her stuff in hand and leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips in thanks and then left him alone so that she could clean herself up some.
She wasn't in his bathroom for long, fifteen minutes after she started to abuse his hot water heater, she decided to call it quits and turned the water off and began the slow task of dressing and going about her routine while he was left to wander through his home to his kitchen where he had planned out a nice dinner for the two of them.
Granted that he wasn't much of a cook. But he'd put in an extra effort for her.
He just fervently hoped that he didn't accidentally kill them both with food poisoning.
Deciding to start on dinner while she finished up in the bathroom, he grabbed his apron and quickly tied it into place around his hips and then began to go about preparing their meal. The salad was easy enough to fix, and was finished in record time, along with the home made dressing that he knew Shayera liked.
Smirking to himself in amusement he thought back to the first time that he had realized that she liked the stuff.
They had been out to dinner, and one of the waiters had come by and grabbed one of her plates which had been filled with nothing but homemade buttermilk ranch dressing- Shay had clearly not liked this fact and had quickly bolted from the table and run after the waiter whom had barely had enough time to emit a high pitched scream of abject terror before he had been tackled by her.
Needless to say, Toshi hadn't know whether to be amused or horrified by the turn of events until the manager had come out of the back and taken one look at what was going on and started laughing.
Turned out that he and Shay went way, way back and he knew all about her avid love affair with the salad dressing. That incident had ended with the manager giving Shay several containers of the stuff to take home as an apology for his waiter's mistake, and it had also served as a warning to every other server in the place.
Never to take anything with Shayera's ranch on it from her table.
And if they did, well, they better at least be able to outrun her because the woman could move when she really wanted to- that was for damned sure.
Hearing the faint sound of bare feet shuffling along his carpeted floor, just behind him, he quickly grabbed the bowl of ranch dressing and moved to the fridge and opened the door so that he could hide it under the pretense of pulling out something for himself and Shay to drink before turning to look at her.
His neon eyes locking on her, his eyes slowly looking her over from head to toe.
Yup, he was right about the silk. She looked absolutely delicious. The normally overly baggy fabric clung to the lush curves of her breasts, and hips. The fabric moved up and down almost teasingly over her pale thighs of her long, long legs.
God what he would give for her not to be sore right now. He'd give almost anything to lay her back on his dinning room table and feast on her core. He'd bet that she would taste hot and sweet and oh-so-addicting that he would want to feast on her several times daily if she let him.
"Toshi?" He heard her say his name in a questioning tone and automatically snapped back to his senses.
"I-I'm fine," He said automatically before asking, "Did you have a nice bath?"
"Yeah. Your bathroom is not only huge, but impressive. W-Was that really a jacuzzi I saw in there or was I hallucinating?"
He laughed, his thin shoulders shaking from the force of the joyful sound before he finally replied, "Yes that was an actual jacuzzi. And no you weren't hallucinating."
"Hn. I'll have to try it out some time," She said as she looked around his kitchen for a moment before spying some of the stuff on the counter and asking, "Are you going to cook dinner?"
"That was my plan, yes."
"Do you need any help?"
"A virgin sacrifice to the gods that oversee cooking, for good luck." He responded as he grabbed a pan and started to prep it to deep fry some seafood as she asked,
"You're cooking is that bad huh?"
He took no offense to her response and merely stated that he was probably only alive now because his friends at work had been cooking him food for years. This of course, made her laugh at him.
Not that he minded any.