This was super short because lazy, but it's cute and hopefully just something we can all fawn over.
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[Shikatema being super affectionate (for them) with each other when no one is around.]
His hand mindlessly played with her hair as she relaxed on his lap. Their conversation had lulled, instead the two of them enjoyed the mid-summer breeze. She turned a flower in her hands, her fingers caressing the petals, her breaths coming in low and relaxed. It was calming, seeing as these moments were often missed because she was either scolding someone or yelling at him.
He sighed at the thought.
"What?" She asked as she tilted her head up to catch his eye. He can't help but to think of her to be cute, with her lips parted as her eyes, normally edged with some kind of emotion (and not a good one), instead a mild teal as she wasn't teetering on extremes.
"Nothing," he replied as his hand returned to the blonde locks. They fall into silent contentment, he soon found himself brushing his fingers into her hair, smoothing what was recently tied in ponytails back down to their natural state.
She sighed and closed her eyes, setting the flower off to the side as one hand reached up to his face. He allowed her palm to cup his cheek. Her fingers traced his jaw and ran up his chin before resting on his lips. He can't help the smile that breaks on his lips as she smiled too.
He mindlessly tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her face and she shifted underneath him, propping herself up with her chest. Her fingers caught his chin and pulled him forward, downward.
He can feel the heat from her lips, the magnetic pull begging for him to close the contact, but they both freeze when they hear a door slide open. "Maaaaaaaam," whines a voice, hiccuping lightly as it tried to swallow tears. "Oniichan is bullying me again-"
He winced as his wife rolled her weight on a particularly uncomfortable spot. She flashed him a brief, apologetic smile, before her eyes positively steeled with rage. He swore her hair rose and fire began to emit from her posture as she stomped past their toddler daughter.
"Shika-!" Her voice cut off when she slammed the screen door behind her. Their daughter blinked and instead ran up to her father, scrambling on his lap. He sighed and brushed his thumbs on her cheeks, wiping away the moisture. She nuzzled contentedly into his chest as he ran his fingers through her dark locks, beginning to pull them into braids.
She is still such a troublesome woman. He can hear her yelling, the words lost as they were drowned out, and he swore he could also hear hastened apologies. But I guess I'm the one who married her.