Disclaimer: I don't own Toshokan Sensou (Library War) or it's characters. Wish I did but. :)
Once home it was into the shower once again.
Washed and redressed they unpacked their clothes and other trinkets.
Atsushi had a number of small martial arts trophy's that Iku placed in a trophy display she had found off the main parlour.
She had brought a selection of her favourite books when she had arrived at the library base, they had not been touched in three years or more and now could be added to some partially filled book shelves along with several Atsushi had personally owned.
They both looked over each other's additions gauging each other likes and reading habits before inspecting the books already shelved.
The previous owners of the house having left quite a few heavy reference materials and generic best sellers, most would never be used by them or they had already read. Some looked interesting and were appraised in a way only a true librarian could. In any case until they owned more books the shelves looked tastefully stocked
Atsushi pulled out several CD's and added them to the shelves. Iku having never been into music much only gave them a passing glance, but Atsushi selected one and put it into the stereo.
A soft jazz beat began to play.
Iku was surprised once more by his tastes expecting something more vibrant considering his age.
Atsushi smiled and pulled her into a hug, swaying his body and hers to the beat.
"One of my favourites" he said "dad was into swing and jazz so it sort of clicked with me too."
Iku hummed and swirled.
"I can get used to this sort of music."
For dinner Atsushi cooked.
Having endured the extent of Iku's culinary skills at Commander Inamine's house while guarding Touma, he expected he would be doing the majority of cooking for the foreseeable future.
Being farm raised Iku had learnt to make hearty meals, stews, casseroles and such. She could cook anything that went into a pot and was served from it, but preparation of a simple evening meal eluded her.
Atsushi, having been city raised, had learnt to make a meal in the traditional sense.
While he let Iku cut and peel vegetables, he braised two large fish and sautéed some scallions.
Iku was once again amazed at his skill, Atsushi professed his modesty noting he had not really had a need to cook since before entering the library. Since then he had eaten at the mess or ordered out, occasionally going to a cafe or restaurant.
Iku smiled realising she had only needed to cook when on field duty KP ('Kitchen Patrol' aka cooking duty). But that caused her to remember a time Atsushi had cooked in the field mess for the whole task force making a selection of sticky rice balls and rolled meat skewers.
They had been delicious for field food.
Atsushi guffawed, remembering the day in question.
"It was a bitch of a job cooking for forty but the cook had twisted his ankle in the rappel and Genda had volunteered me as he had had my cooking a year prior after a similar incident."
Iku smiled and complemented his cooking again.
After washing up they went into the lounge. A television was a luxury neither had had in a long time. They watched a few sitcoms into the later hours before retiring to bed.
Sex was the last thing on either of their minds and both professed as such to each other.
Iku undressed leaving only her panties on. She pulled a t-shirt on, one of Atsushi's, to starve off the seasonal chill. Atsushi went to bed in only a pair of black boxers, tight fitting, that showed his flaccid shape well.
Atsushi let her curl up in his arms.
"May I enquire why you're wearing my old gym shirt?" He asked cupping his hands around her belly.
"I normally wear a loose tank top to bed but I wanted to wear something of yours instead and this is the only thing aside from one of your summer business shirt that would fit me."
Atsushi smiled and pulled her closer.
While she was taller, he was more broader allowing him to encompass her easily with his arms. Spooning with theirs heads on the feather down pillow he could feel her feet were just further than his own.
He smelled her off damp hair, the scents of strawberry and coconut. To him it was quite soothing.
Relaxing more he drifted off to sleep, content.
Iku felt his breathing become strong and steady.
She smiled and secretly revelled in the feeling of protection and power his arms around her gave off.
This was what she wanted from her prince.
The sex was mind blowing, something she had never in eight years ever suspected. But when she had learnt that Atsushi was her prince her dreams entailed his arm wrapped lovingly around her like an impenetrable cocoon of love and safety.
She had watched and seen him in action mesmerized by his strength and personal will power. Be it protecting her, the library, or just one book.
He was her prince and her prince was hers.
Listening to his breathing, Iku herself, slowly drifted off to sleep .
In the morning Iku woke to the alarm blaring.
0545hrs.
Groaning she tried to hide only to feel Atsushi press his morning erection against her ass.
"Can I interest you in breakfast?" He said jovially.
Iku groaned "Turn that damn thing off!"
Atsushi smiled and reached over to switch the still blaring alarm off.
Iku slowly brought her head out from under the covers and looked over her shoulder at him.
"Quarter to six. We are not into work till half past eight?"
Atsushi sniggered, usually up well before six on a work day he knew from experience Iku slept late and thus ran late.
"My wife will never be late for work ever again so long as we are together, our shifts have been matched so while we may not work in the same area, we still start and finish at the same times."
"Let me sleep till at least half past seven then?" Iku pleaded.
Atsushi pressed his morning erection against her once more.
"But how would we be able to have sex if your asleep, unlike you, I'm not willing to fuck my sleeping spouse."
Iku moved her bottom and felt his hardened rod poke against her again.
Eyes snapping open, she instantly rolled over and straddled his waist. Pressing her still panty clad ass against his boxers.
"Not today" Atsushi shouted and pushed her off him rolling and grappling until he held her face down into the pillow, her luscious ass raised high into the air.
"No fair, judo moves should be banned from the bedroom!" She wailed.
Atsushi pushed his erection against her clothed entrance, letting it press the fabric of both their underwear into her.
Iku moaned "On second thought, never mind."
Atsushi chuckled and looked down at her bottom. His boxers strained heavily outwards. Rolling them down, he slipped them off freeing his painfully hard cock.
He felt heavy with need and rested himself atop her upturned ass.
Iku looked over her shoulder and noted how proud he seemed in this position of dominance. His maleness looking even more wanton resting against the backing of her panties.
It made her shiver in want.
Barely slowing Atsushi pulled her panties down her legs letting them rest at her knees.
Easing forward he pushed inside her.
Both groaned at the connection.
Iku felt him twitch inside, stirring her own desire further.
He moved holding onto her hips and thrusting forward. Iku slid one hand down to rub her neglected clit while using her other to lift up and support herself on her knees against the bed headboard.
It was a new position, one where he had dominance and control over her.
He thrust and drew back only to repeat faster and faster each time. Angling up, angling down or angling to one or the other sides. Giving and gaining pleasure.
Iku felt herself grow weak and fall to the mattress as her first but incredibly powerful orgasm washed over her making her even more slicker for his use.
Panting like a dog, tongue out and heaving, she attempted to draw herself up again only to have Atsushi pull her legs back, pushing her completely flat on the bed.
Driving back inside, he levelled his body over her. Straddling her legs he continued to push in and out like a well-oiled piston.
Iku could only grip the pillow and scream into it as orgasm after orgasm seemed to turn into one long stretched out cloud of lust and pleasure.
Atsushi gave one last mighty push, arching against her as he unloaded inside her.
He collapsed to one side, unwilling to crush her.
His cock pulled hastily out with an audible pop.
Iku lifted her head to gaze at him "OK quarter to six it is but you have to promise a repeat performance just as good each time."
Atsushi once again stared at her incredulously.
Amazingly the whole escapade took only forty minutes.
After resting till seven Iku slowly rose revealing a large wet patch in the sheets.
Atsushi lifted the mattress and pointed out the damp patch had gone through completely. Iku blushed deeply and apologised for being such a pervert.
"It's natural and special, don't beat yourself up." Atsushi admonished her.
After putting the mattress in the laundry to dry, he returned to the main bedroom only to find that Iku was in the shower already. Slipping in behind her he washed her back.
Letting his rough hands caress her body from shoulder to thigh.
It was seven thirty when they were sitting down to a simple breakfast.
"I guess we could get one of those terry cloth mattress protectors they use for bed wetters." She commented, cocking her head to one side in thought.
Atsushi nodded at the suggestion.
"I will pick one up on my lunch break; you have guard duty so you cannot leave the base for lunch."
Iku smiled and went to make coffee for them both.
At quarter past eight they locked the front door and walked across the road to the library.
Iku headed to the locker rooms to dress and armour up while Atsushi headed to the office. It was going to be a long day.
Returning home that afternoon. Iku had expected to see Atsushi at the main gate but he was not there. So she made the short journey across the road expecting him to be home but again he was nowhere to be seen.
A note lay on the entranceway table.
Will be home around seven, saving Genda from himself.
Mattress was not dry when I came home, if it is, the mattress protector I bought is in the bedroom.
Love you.
A.
Iku checked the clock. It was half past five.
Heading into the laundry she checked the mattress and it felt dry to her. Dragging it into the bedroom she returned it to its rightful place, bowed apologetically promising not to deliberately soil it again.
She found the protector on her bedside chest of draws.
It was a more expensive type than she had expected, but then again the idea of sleeping on plastic did not appeal to her nor did a thick mat of terry cloth appeal to her that much either. This was a quilted cotton fitted topper and felt soft and smooth under her touch.
Stretching it over the mattress she then remade the bed.
Figuring to surprise Atsushi she began preparing dinner. A hearty boiled vegetable hotpot with chunks of tender meat that were marinated then grilled before being placed atop the vegetable mix.
She placed the lot into the oven just on seven.
It would be ready soon so she set the table then went to change her clothes.
Atsushi walked in the door as the clock chimed half past the hour.
He sniffed the air and noticed the smell of cooked meat.
Walking into the kitchen he found Iku slicing pickles.
"What he do now?" She enquired.
"Pushed a boy out of the way of a speeding Media Betterment Committee van." Atsushi sighed rubbing his brow "he got clipped and fell, his leg got run over and it fractured again. The Media Betterment Committee stopped took one look at his uniform and declared he was interfering in areas outside the libraries purview."
"My god," Iku cursed "those assholes."
Atsushi nodded "So they tried to arrest him, but instead Genda goes and beats the crap out of the driver that nearly hit the kid. Doing so with the fractured leg and a dislocated shoulder only he says that all the punching he did to the guys face relocated the shoulder so he only has to worry about the leg."
Iku giggled clearly imagining the scene unfold as described.
"So I get to the hospital just as he is trying to check himself out. He's now strapped down to a gurney and will be out in four days."
Iku patted Atsushi on the shoulder handing him an ice cold beer from the fridge.
Atsushi smiled and cracked open the can sipping the instantly refreshing beverage.
Iku finished setting the table before leading her husband to sit at it. She then went back and retrieved the hot pot from the oven and set it on the table.
Atsushi grinned at the meal and served first Iku and then himself offering her a drink of rice wine.
The meal was eaten slowly, the conversation turning to how their workday had been.
"I caught a pickpocket stealing a patron's purse!" Iku declared, slapping her chest in exuberance.
Atsushi scoffed at the display before coldly asking "Did you file your report in triplicate, one for the library, one for the base and one for the police."
Iku dropped her head onto the table "I forgot the library's copy." Groaning.
"Do it first thing tomorrow, I'll remind you." Atsushi deadpanned.
Iku looked up "Why do we have to do a report for both the library and the base?"
Atsushi glared at her then sighed.
"Daily reports are simply a formality and go directly to base archive but criminal reports may need to be actioned. So we give a copy to the police archive, store the base copy as normal and supply a copy to the library so if the police have further questions it can be referenced without having to search the base's archive. If nothing happens in forty-two days the library archives their copy in the library archive just in case something happens to the copy in the base archive."
It was a textbook response and Iku nodded her head.
"So why don't we duplicate daily shift reports?"
Atsushi brightened hearing a question that was not directly covered in the course work.
"It's more for practical reasons…" He admitted, sipping his beer "we don't have the space in the library to store hard copies of every daily report. There are over a hundred thousand library force members in Japan, at the Kanto base itself and Musashino First Library there are over two thousand members on duty throughout the day. That means in a week over fourteen thousand daily shift reports would need to be duplicated and stored in the library there is not enough physical space to do that or the manpower that's why every base archive copy is scanned into the library intranet before being bundled into the daily archive set and stored in the warehouse."
Iku nodded thinking that two thousand reports would be equivalent to four reams of blank A4 copy paper.
"So if the data is on the intranet, why do I have to send a hard copy to the library?"
Atsushi was once again amazed that Iku was thinking outside her usual mode but something was beginning to niggle at his thoughts as to how the conversation was heading.
"We do it for the same reason we send it to the library in the first place. If something happened to the intranet it would be lost and unlike the base archive which is physically cleaned out and shredded every four years, items sent to the library archive and by extension the intranet are stored and persevered forever, just in case a court case or such occurs down the track."
Iku nodded and dropped her head to the table "So there is no way to get out of writing a copy for the library?"
Atsushi's niggling bore fruit and he reached over and bopped her on the head causing her squeak.
"Oww owww owwwww! Domestic abuse! My husband is a wife beater!" She mock shouted holding onto her head longer than was necessary.
After they had washed up and restacked the dish cupboard Atsushi pulled two small cake boxes from his brief case.
"This was going to be a peace offering because I was late home." He said sliding the cake box towards her, Iku's eyes widening "but seeing as how you forgot to do your report and then gripped about it I guess you don't deserve it." Atsushi quickly pulled the cake box back to him as Iku made to pounce "however you did cook a delicious meal and was also took initiative with your questions, though their true nature and reasons were repugnant. I guess you may have it." He slid the cake box back with a smile and Iku snatched it away from him lest he change his mind once more.
They went into the lounge and switched the television onto the news.
Iku carefully unfurled the lid on her cake box and peeked inside.
Her mouth salivated instantly as she drew the sweat out.
"Decadent white chocolate and fresh strawberry whip cheesecake, cold set and served with whipped cream and a strawberry liqueur sauce. I got the same."
Atsushi smiled as Iku scooped a spoonful into her mouth, eyes rolling back he could have sworn she had just orgasmed.
Iku slowly returned from her first mouthful of heaven.
She looked at Atsushi with lidded eyes before carefully placing her cake on the coffee table.
Atsushi watched as she stood and walked over to him, before sitting in his lap.
Looking back to the spot she had just come from he noted the tell-tale wet patch of where she had orgasmed.
She leaned down and kissed him, the overpowering taste of sweet strawberry began filling his senses.
"You, my prince, are the devil."