Senses
He always hears her first. The turn of the doorknob, the creak of wood, the ruffling of her clothes. He hears her breathing. It's steady, but slightly faster than usual. He hears her taking her shoes off, listening as the sweat from her feet squeaks against the damp texture. He then finally hears her voice, her sweet, sweet voice. "I'm home, Fakir!"
He hears his own heart purr in response, but he doesn't speak.
There's a silence as Ahiru evidently contemplates what to do next. Then, he hears her again. "I'm gonna take a shower real quick!" And then there's the sound of the bathroom door being opened, the knob turning, water sprinkling. Fakir closes his eyes as he envisions her removing her clothing before standing in the tub and letting the shower sprinkle water down her body.
Then, he can smell the scent of shampoo and body wash as she cleans herself. The humidity of the bathroom permeates through the air and makes it heavy in his lungs, filled with her. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he pauses in the writing at his desk. It's impossible to go back to his work now that she's home, near.
Several minutes later he sees her next, stepping out of the bathroom and into the hall with a towel wrapped around her body and water dripping down from her bangs. She grins, twisting the moisture out from that long red hair, and he wryly smirks before finally speaking.
"Hey. You're dripping all over the floor again."
"Oops." But it doesn't seem like she's completely concerned with that, not with that look he's giving her.
Their eyes meet for several moments before he reaches a hand out and she gingerly takes it. He pulls her to him.
Then he's touching her. His hands pull the towel away from her body and trace her skin, inciting flushes and small gasps. They lie down to the bed and explore as her naked, wet body dampens the clothes he's wearing. He thumbs her breasts, combs his fingers through her hair, brushes his nose to her neck and drags his hand down her thigh.
Finally, he tastes her. He puts his mouth to her lips and drinks her in, quenching his thirst. He presses kisses over and over, down and down, and flicks his tongue over her navel. She arches her hips with a giggle and he tastes her further, groaning at the pain as she pulls at his hair.
He hears her moan.
He smells the perspiration in the air.
He sees the flush on her face.
He touches her skin.
He tastes every inch of her body.
It takes all five senses to love Ahiru.