Kusuâ:
âGood.â
She quickly goes back to give him little kisses, and finally she presses her lips against his. She loves showing how much she loves him, how much she adores him. Her hands go to play with his hair.
How could he ever tire of her, his wife, the woman that had made him feel more accepted and wonderful then anything and anyone else in the multiverse. He simply chuckled lightly when she peppered him with kisses again and again, it was only when she pressed one to his lips that he did the same in return, hands moving around her tiny frame and cradling her as if she was the most delicate thing that could exist.Â
âI know your duties are important but next time....take me with you if you are going to leave for that long.â












