He showered before finally came out from his room and then feeling weird because the house was so empty like everyone went to nowhere. At least, until he smelled something from the kitchen and he decided to find out who was in the kitchen right now. As he almost reached the kitchen, his ears could hear the sound of knife which chopped something and the entire cooking utensil.
He opened the curtain that was made by sea things, like shell for example. He saw a pink haired girl was standing near the stove. She looked so serious and almost like every second she used her back hand to wipe out her sweats on her forehead. Like what Grandma told him last night, he had to learn to be honest to himself. Because of that, when his eyes were laying on Satsuki, he knew his heart told something so real and he also knew that his heart never felt something so real like this.
She is beautiful.
There was a pride inside him as he admired her appearance. He knew as a normal men that there was so many girl that more beautiful and talented than Satsuki. But it was neither like he could see anything nor even heard everyone's opinion. All the things he could sense just herself, his wife since almost a week ago.
She just wore simple clothes meanwhile the front part was covered by light blue apron. Today she tied up her beautiful pinky hair until Seijurou could see her neck which was confronting him to touch it immediately. His gaze was turned down and finding that she had a fertile hips and her body shape was really bothering him—especially bothering something in his pants. Moreover when he saw that sexy ass—he shook his head.
"Good morning…," Satsuki looked at the clock, "… almost noon, Seijurou."
Her chuckle sounded so euphonious inside his ears.
"Hm, good morning," he replied as he walked closer to her, "What are you doing?"
Of course she's cooking now, idiot.
"Cooking or … you can say it as baking. I'm trying to make something special for Granny since we go home tomorrow. Btw, today is my grandparent's anniversary. I understand enough that during this time is such a hard thing for her, moreover without my Grandpa. So, I want to make her happy by cooking something for her," she said excitedly.
"Instead of making her happy, you'll just make her to close her age faster with your hand-made cooking, Satsuki," he murmured and got his wife glared to him—and pouting too.
"Why you say something like that?" she still pouted, "I know I'm such a horrible woman in the kitchen, but you don't need to say it like that. I don't think that my hand-made will be that awful this time. At least, I want to try rather than wake up in the morning almost noon like you."
"What? Are you just insulting me?" he snorted, "Let's make it clear. I will show you that my cooking skill is better—even the best—than yours."
She gasped. "You … you can cook? For real?"
"Of course I can. Don't ever think I can't cook something just because I'm used to being served in my house. You're the one who praised me almost for everyday in front of Grandma, right?"
She was blushing but he didn't care enough because he thought that pinkish on her cheeks was a blush-on thing.
"Let me help you since I want to make her to like me more," he said as he stood behind Satsuki. His hands grabbed Satsuki's hands. He led her soft hand which grabbing the strawberry for decorating the cake tightly while his other hand was handing her hand to hold the knife and started to make it sliced.
While he was trying to concentrate, he just realized his face was so closer with her neck. He gulped as he looked at her beautiful face and shit, how could he just realize that she was so fucking gorgeous from every point of view? Perhaps this was what they said as the real blind. Grandma was right that he was blinded by his ego during this time.
Seijurou could feel his heart was beating faster and faster. Probably Satsuki could feel it too through her back. And she did. She almost held all of her needs of oxygen since Seijurou grabbed her hands. She should be feeling indifferent even though it was just Seijurou who did it. She had been touched by Daiki too before, but somehow the way Seijurou did it was really different from Daiki.
It felt so … damn. She couldn't explain everything she felt just by words. But all the things she could sense that his touch felt so right on her skin even though he just touched her for two times, not like Daiki. Everything just seemed so right because all the things she could feel were so beautiful. But somehow it could feel so wrong, because it was too beautiful to being felt.
Suddenly, Seijurou spoke softly near her left ear while he put his head on her shoulder.
"Where's Grandma?" he asked huskily.
She tried to calm herself before replied it. "She went this morning to her friend's house and she said she will go home in evening."
He smiled on the sly. "That's good."
Satsuki could take her breath again after Seijurou released her from his meshes charm. But it was not like she thought, because Seijurou took her hands without saying anything but his eyes did. Without cut the connection between their gaze, he led her to her room. After they arrived there, he locked the door and making her to sit on the edge of the bed.
And then Seijurou sat next to her. He touched her chin and trying to make her to look at him in the eyes. She still felt afraid like their failed first night, but her eyes couldn't fool him that she had a will to make it work today. He loosed her long hair until it reached her back as usual. He leaned down as his hand was trying to get rid of her long hair from her neck.
"Are you still afraid?"
"I don't know, Seijurou," she kept her mouth shut for a while, "But somehow, I have a will to do this … with you, my husband."
He couldn't hold on again. He kissed her on her lips and she did same to him. They wrapped their neck each other and trying to make them closer and closer than before, to deepen their kiss. They were trying to remove every distance between them. Every moan which came out between their kiss filled the room.
Seijurou stopped himself and making Satsuki in confused. He caressed her face softly with his palm and then kissed her forehead for a while. After that he looked at her in her eyes.
"You're beautiful," he muttered and suddenly he felt relieved inside him after he said the truth to the women in front of him. She gasped when heard the words, but smiled to him and kissing him on his lips again like it was the other way to say thanks for his praise. Her fingers tried to help her husband to unbutton her clothes until she was beautiful in her own skin.
He took of his own clothes and showing her his abs. He was like stopping to breathe when he felt her fingers were trailing from his torso and up to his neck again. Afterwards, he helped her to lying on the bed without stopping to kiss her. It was just like a dream when he felt it, like he was in his own dreamland. Moreover when he heard she said something so odd in his ears—
I love you.