Summary: Burning. She knew what they felt for each other was enough to burn and incinerate everything around them but she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.


Warning: suggestive themes.


The door had just barely closed behind her before she was pinned against it, and she dropped her bag on the ground, uncaring as she lifted both arms and wrapped them around her husband's neck as she welcomed his weight on her, not in the least bit minding how close he was to crushing her. It had been far too long when she had last felt his touch and she had no plans of complaining about the way he almost crushed her to his body. Not tonight.

It wasn't their normal kiss. Momiji had always been careful about her, afraid to hurt her even if unintentional especially because of the fact that she was nearly half his body mass and was a lot smaller compared to him, but in their years together she had shown him that she can more than handle him. Especially after they had gotten married.

His hands on her waist were hot against her skin, immediately felt because the dress she had worn for him hugged her in just the right places, thin and nearly leaving little to the imagination. Teenager Tohru would have blushed and stuttered at the thought of wearing a dress to please a boy, but having been in relationship with a confident man had brought her out of her shell and infused her with confidence as well.

Lips, tongue and teeth melded and mashed together in a passionate and fiery reunion. It burned her, scorched her, even if her skin wasn't on fire. She knew what they felt for each other was enough to burn and incinerate everything around them but she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Not when he felt too good in her arms.

Tohru had always loved and cherished every single one of their kisses, and had always liked Momiji being a physical man, more than anything. When Momiji kissed, he kisses her with his whole body. Hands moving across her body, rubbing and squeezing the places he liked, re-memorizing the plains of her torso, pinning her underneath him when he wanted to, as if his hands weren't enough to memorize the feel of her, legs keeping her locked where he wanted her to be. And she wouldn't move. Not on her life. She wanted that feeling, loved the way his body covered hers completely. And she gave back as good as she got with his kisses.

She impatiently removed his suit jacket, her hands wanting to feel the plains of his chest hidden beneath his dress shirt. He voiced his approval with a groan, hands squeezing her dress at the sides, as if undecided if he should… tear it off her.

Her hands wandered to his hair as his kisses wandered to what felt like everywhere else even when his lips practically just descended to her neck and she moaned in appreciation, even as she felt lightheaded. Momiji had a way of making her feel lost in her own body, helpless and more than willing to bear the onslaught of his passion.

"Missed you." She almost missed his murmur against her skin, and she moaned again as he sucked a mark somewhere near her clavicle. She was delighted and frustrated at the same time, knowing she would have to cover up the mark she knew would show within the next few hours with concealer… even if she didn't want to.

"Missed you too." She tugged his nape to get his attention, and when he lifted his head she used her lips to convey how much she did, tongue curling around his in a seductive dance, almost getting her smothered once more against the door as he pressed against her. "I need you, Momiji."

Tohru could feel him already hard against her and she impatiently pressed herself as much as she could against it, conveying her need of him better than words ever could. He responded even better in her own opinion – his hands lowered to her derriere and lifted her up against him, making her wrap her legs around him and her dress hiking up at a mere two inches below her waist. She gasped her approval as he pressed against her center, triggering another groan from him which was swallowed by her mouth as he felt her heat seep against his hardness.

"Don't tease me." She protested weakly against his mouth, momentarily separating from him as he looked down to her, his gaze telling her, burning her with the promise that he was going to ravish her and she wouldn't be able to walk properly once he was done.

"If anyone's being a tease here it's you, Tohru." His hand squeezed the side of her dress again. "It's taking everything out of me not to tear this off you."

She liked the idea, just hated having to give up one of her dresses that she knew he liked. "Momiji – "

"I can't wait any longer." He cut her off with his mouth again as his fingers went to her zipper at her back and she wrapped herself around him again to give him the mobility he needed, multitasking with her fingers busy at undoing the buttons of his dress shirt as their mouths continued to make love with each other.

Hands wandered around each other's torso with each inch of skin revealed, and as her dress slipped off her shoulders his kisses slowed down, gaze turning downward. The intensity of his stare told her he had found his prize and she shivered, letting him look his fill.

"I don't want to end up destroying the door." He pushed away from the door, tugging at her dress with one hand and momentarily lowering her so he could slip it past her waist and completely off her before hoisting her up again. "I need you underneath me."

Her approving mewl as he sucked another mark on her neck told him all he needed to know.