Light slipped through the blinds, filling the bedroom with its rays. The light illuminated the figures in the bed, locked in a deep embrace. As Aether stirred awake, so did Ayaka.
The first thing either saw was their spouse's face grinning at them. The first thing they felt was the other's naked body pressed against their own.
"Good morning, dear," said Ayaka. "Did you sleep well?"
"I did, thanks to you, darling."
Ayaka made an adorable little squee. Arms around Aether's neck pulled her closer to him. The warmth of his chest seeped across her. Their lips touched. They kissed and kissed, eventually opening their mouths for tongue kisses.
Ayaka was usually the picture of grace and formality. All in Inazuma saw her as a refined, elegant woman. Only he could see this wonderful side of her—the side that let down her guard. This side of her had its own wants that the other would never acknowledge.
As if to prove that point, Ayaka's hand slipped down to his morning wood.
"Mmm," she said between kisses. "Oh, husband. We can't let you go out in public with this big thing. Come, let me help you."
Aether chuckled. Rolling onto his back, he let her mount his waist and do her thing.