The sound of bare feet padding on the hardwood floor caused Kunzite to look up from the morning paper and pause in taking another sip of his coffee. He prided having a steady hand and years of wearing a blank mask as his default expression. When Minako sauntered into the kitchen wearing only his shirt and panties, high cheeks and pert mouth rosy from their morning lovemaking, desire swam in his veins and blood rushed to male parts that his shower had tamped down. Residual water droplets glistened on her long neck and chest, and as she walked past him to open the refrigerator and poured a glass of milk, he mentally noted that his shampoo had never smelt so good on him.
The floral fragrance that was her scent was sufficient to give him dirty thoughts on any given day, and now with his lavender shampoo clinging to her skin, he wanted to devour her like a man starved for many days.
Adjusting his reading glasses, he hardly noticed the black coffee had burned his tongue as his eyes alternated between reading the next line of the news before him and the vixen sipping her milk. His shirt was two sizes too large for her and reached the middle of her white thighs. As she threw back her head to empty the glass, the shirttails rose with her arm, and revealed more of that baby soft skin that he couldn't seem to get enough of behind closed doors.
Throwing decorum to the wind, ignoring the fact that he had had her moaning and writhing under him less than an hour prior, he slammed his cup on the table, walked the long stride separating them, and pulled her into his arms with the urgency of a man who had found his heart's desire after years of deprivation as she set her glass into the sink. A squeak of surprise escaped her mouth as he buried his nose in the tantalising curve between neck and shoulder to inhale her unique fragrance. Her hair was still wet, and he could feel the moisture leaving a sizable spot on his collar, but he couldn't care less when his beloved shifted and encircled her arms around him, her supple body melding perfectly to his.
"You are wearing my shirt," he said against her neck and kissed her collarbone. The aroma of fresh toast and waffles and coffee were nothing compared to the sweet scent of her skin.
She shivered, a contented moan vibrating in her throat. "I like that it smells like you. It makes me feel as though you are holding me."
He chuckled, one hand trailing down to cup her rear and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I didn't realise my shirts are better than me."
Fisting her hands on his back, she pulled away the moment he raised his head to look into her cornflower blue eyes. "You are not honestly jealous of your shirt, are you? It cannot duplicate the feelings you ignite in me, nor does it make my heart race when you give me the smile that is only reserved for me and maybe sometimes Mamoru and -"
She looked so delectable with a pout and a small frown that he couldn't resist brushing a light kiss on her lips. She stiffened against him, but gradually relaxed into the kiss and opened her mouth to him, her tongue shyly touching his as he sought entry.
The kiss lasted for almost a minute. Breaking away, he tucked her head under his chin. He was contented that he had moments like this with her every morning before he left the house to face the vultures at work. To think that this was what he had abandoned for the red-haired witch's corruption, twice. He was a lucky bastard his little princess did not blow him her kiss of death again when he arrived at her doorstep to seek her forgiveness.
"Why are you always interrupting me?" she asked, her warm breath fanning the crook of his neck.
He closed his eyes and breathed in her hair. She did smell good everywhere. "You talk too much, love."
"You don't talk enough as it is, so I'm talking for the both of us. Do you realise how wonderful your voice is?"
"I was told it is too harsh."
"Only when you are angry. Otherwise your voice alone is enough to make me melt."
"Does it." Putting some distance between them, he tilted her chin up. Blue eyes blinked at him, the innocence in her face reminded him how young she was despite her years as a senshi. "It's Sunday, and the sun is bright today. How about we take a walk to the park and go to Tokyo Tower? I'll even let you pick the restaurant for lunch." He paused, and palmed her face. "Dinner too if you want to do some shopping and buy those Wedgwood tableware we were discussing."
The shine in her eyes and her blinding grin were all the answers that he needed.