#romainticlettuce

Azami looked up from the bed and smiled. She had just woken up next to her love for the fourth year. “Happy fourth anniversary,” she replied, leaning over to kiss him. “I have a surprise for you tonight.” She reached up and cupped his cheek, grinning up at him. 

WHAT WOULD HE DO FOR THAT SMILE, and even more so, what wouldn’t he do. It had been so long, too long since they had last found themselves together in such an intimacy. Yet before saying these words out-loud, Lochan had not even realized how much he had missed his King.

REACHING out, in a silent plea for the other man to touch him, even if it was just to hold hands,

Azami was shivering and looked up at Set, giving him a small smile. “I guess I kind of forgot to grab a coat,” she muttered. “It was warmer this morning, it dropped drastically throughout the day.” She wrapped her arms around her herself, her breath showing in the cold.

Azami was exhausted from her day at the office and smiled when she felt Set hugging her. She held his arms to her and grinned. “Happy anniversary,” she said, turning around in his arms. She leaned up, kissing him lovingly. “So, when do we want to celebrate?” 

Kayo had been getting settled into the first week of school and was excited to be at college. She was working on some homework when she heard a loud noise next door. She quickly rose and ran over to the room, opening the door. She glanced at Armani and groaned. “I thought you had fallen off your bed or something,” she said. 

Azami had made it back about an hour before her husband was to be home. She knew he loved her, and that was why he was never going to see this side of her. She didn’t want his love to disappear. She quickly undressed, stuck the clothes in the middle of the laundry hamper, and then began to shower. 

She sighed happily as the warm water ran down her body, washing the blood from her skin. She was going to take a nice, long shower today. She wanted to wash the blood off herself and then wash the events of today away too.

Azami looked over when she heard a voice and then walked over to him, laughing. “Maybe,” she teased. She sat down nearby him, the water running over her calves and feet. “So what brings you here?”

Sora woke up the next morning and yawned. She stretched and then looked around, horribly confused by the strong smell of flowers. Soon she learned what it was, beautiful flowers. She smiled and then walked into the kitchen when she smelled food.