Yohime slowly woke up from the deep sleep she had been in. Deciding it was too early to get up, she unfurled herself from Nura's chest and stretched, much like a cat, before snuggling back into his firm muscles. As she drifted back off to sleep, her passage was interrupted by the shifting of her pillow. Her brow furrowed.
Coming to the conclusion that this would not do, she sent a zap of purity to her fingertips. Instantly, the shifting stopped. Her features relaxed and a sound suspiciously like a purr vibrated in her throat.
A mental image of a raised eyebrow on a gorgeous face came to the forefront of her mind.
She ignored it.
To her delight, a hand began to softly stroke her hair. However, after only a short while, it began to slow down until it finally stopped.
She sent another smaller zap to voice her displeasure, purring when the hand resumed it's stroking.
Once again, the stroking of her hair ceased, but before she could charge her fingertips, strong arms lifted her up and deposited her on top of the chest of a very amused ayakashi.
Her eyes had shot open at the jostling of her body and she stared sleepily into the twinkling eyes of her husband.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, his chest rumbling with each word.
She nodded her head slowly, before she turned red and let out a startled cry, memories of the past night coming to the surface.
He chuckled.
"Good morning, wife."
Her nose crinkled.
"Good morning, husband."
Her tone clearly said, "I'm still tired, let me sleep", and she demonstrated that fact by laying her head on his collarbone in an attempt to reclaim her sleep.
She pouted at him when he wrapped an arm around her and pulled himself up to the head of the bed.
He merely dropped a kiss on her lips before settling her against the pillow, standing up. As he walked to where a clean set of clothes were hanging, he felt her stare on his body. Turning back around to face her, he laughed when she buried her face in the covers. Strolling over, he flung back the blankets, and lifted her soft form into his arms. Taking a moment to admire the sight before his eyes, he walked around the raised futon to open a door Yohime just now noticed.
As it slid open a breathless cry left her lips.
There was a bath!
She smiled happily at Nurarihyon as he shut the door firmly behind them.
A/N I can't believe I wrote that! *hides head under pillow* It's so fluffy, I'm gonna die!
Happy Birthday to Halley Vanaria!
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