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Bedtime Kisses

It was already past midnight by the time Yuuri came to bed. He'd been out, gone to Shin Makoku's eastern borders to stamp out a sudden outbreak of midnight attacks on the residences there in a way only his alter-ego could manage. The yet-to-be-discovered identities of the attackers, residents scared witless and asking for protection, rescue missions and assistance stations and damage assessments...Yuuri was exhausted. The only thing he wanted now was sleep. He made sure that the reports on the incident would be on his desk the next morning, double-checked that Greta was sleeping soundly in her room, and then slipped into his bedroom, dozing on his feet as he changed into his pajamas. He finally, finally wiggled under the covers of his bed, only conscious of the pillow under his head and the blanket covering his body for a few blessedly relaxed moments, before a voice in his head (in a very reprimanding tone that remotely sounded like the Maou) primly said that he had one thing left to inquire about before he could allow himself to sleep.

"Wolfram?"

A warm body next to him shifted, and then he was staring into the brilliant emerald orbs of his fiancé, illuminated beautifully in the moonlight streaming in behind him. "You've come to bed." Soft hands found his face, and in the next moment, the two lovers' lips were dancing against each other, desperate to touch and feel and be together. "You were gone for so long. I missed you," Wolfram whispered breathlessly, and Yuuri graced that sweet mouth with another kiss.

"Wolf, I-" Yuuri trailed off in a groan as Wolfram rolled onto him, straddling his hips, rocking intoxicatingly against him, his pink nightgown sliding deliciously off of his shoulder. The king reared up and caught his beloved's mouth again, hands mapping out the familiar curves of the blond's body. "I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't apologize." The princeling pushed him back down, pressing kiss after kiss on the soukoku's swollen lips to prevent him from speaking. "You're here. That's all that's important now." He pulled back in surprise when Yuuri covered his mouth with his hand, but a huge yawn justified the action, and Wolfram smiled, nuzzling Yuuri's neck affectionately. "I'm sorry, you're tired."

"S'not a reason why you should stop," Yuuri murmured sleepily. He reached up and pulled Wolfram down to snuggle with him. Wolfram settled into bed without stirring him, pulling the covers over their bodies before reaching under to stroke Yuuri's hip in hypnotizing circles, an action they'd discovered was sleep-inducing for the king. Sure enough, Yuuri's already heavy eyelids began to blink at slower intervals, and his breathing slowed. Wolfram's lips curved into a smile at the sight.

"Later. You'll actually be awake then."

"Mm'kay. G'night Wolf...love you..."

Wolfram's heart clenched happily at the words, beating I-love-you-too, I-love-you-too in time with Yuuri's. "I know. Good night."

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Author's Notes:

Smut anyone? 8D This totally does not fit the story summary of 'fluffy' -laugh- Oh well. Originally I was planning for this to be the second part to Waiting for the Rain, but it evolved differently from its original intention to become this. But the ending to Waiting for the Rain will come soon, I promise!

The icon that inspired this chapter is here-

http: (double forward slash) i98. photobucket. com/ albums/ l257/ chalp/ ljicons/ yuuram06. gif

Made by chalp again, kyaa! The icon doesn't imply anything that I wrote here, does it? -sheepish laugh- But that's the way it came out!

Kyou Kara Maou doesn't belong to me, but please review for this humble authoress, thank youuu.