Midnight Snacks
“Hey, you’re still up?” He walked in the kitchen, with that ridiculous bed hair, and leaned over the counter where she was working on some pictures. She momentarily raised her blue eyes and brows before resuming to her work. “Can’t that wait for tomorrow?” he asked half yawning. He squinted over the notes scribbled on the edges and tried to follow the circles and the arrows sprawled over the photos.
“It’s actually due tomorrow.” she muttered then flipped to a new page where a different set of photos were lined up. The page was clean. He figured she’d be doing the same scribbling on this one, too. “How many more pages before you’re done?” he asked again and checked the thickness of the portfolio. Ten? Fifteen more pages?
She smiled and made a low giggle. “What, can’t sleep without me beside you?” she teased, to which he blushed. “I-It’s not like that...” he looked away as he tried to control the growing rosiness in his cheeks. “I’m just worried that you won’t get enough sleep for the next day. You know, stuff like that.” his voice faltered at the end. “We’ve been married for three months and yet, the last time we slept together was during the last day of our honeymoon.” he added then sighed. She bit her lower lip and closed the portfolio. “Oh, sorry. I...wasn’t aware about our sleeping together status.” she joked and walked to the other side. “I just...miss you.”
“In bed.”
“Ugh, no. In general. I mean---ugh, I don’t know how to say it.” he wrinkled his nose. “Yuuta too.” he added and pulled her. She allowed herself to fall to his chest and rested her head on the space between his neck and shoulders. “Ah...yeah. This. I miss this too.” she said then raised her head to plant a quick kiss on his chin. “H-Hey! Not there...” he laughed and tilted his head away. Apparently, he was especially ticklish over his chin. “You’re such a girl when it’s just the two of us. Are you a closet homo?” she said and laughed. He laughed too and ruffled her hair. “Do you want me to become one?” he said and scooped her up, princess style. “I know. You’re just being too kind and overly worried about me. I’m a big girl already.” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m your husband, and that’s my job.” he replied as he gave her a kiss. “There you go again, being fluffy.” she said with an obvious and tremendous blush. His molten golden eyes glowed upon seeing her more relaxed. He knew how hard and strenuous her work could be, so whenever and however he could, he made her relax. Even if it involves punching in some ultra-cheesy lines. “I have a funny confession to make.” she said, her eyes blinking and twinkling.
“Mm-hmmm?”
“I get hungry after you kiss me.” she said and hid her face. It took him a while before he could make a reaction. “Seriously?”
“Y-Yeah. It’s weird....there! You heard my stomach grumble?”
“Wow. I don’t know what to say to that angry walrus.”
She blinked her eyes and bashfully looked down at his lips. “I could use a midnight snack right now.” she whispered.
