#tabi socks

You were sound asleep when you were awakened suddenly by dead weight slamming into your thigh.

“SOSUKE! Good gods, I cannot sleep with you thrashing your ass around all night long…”

“And I cannot sleep when my beloved is next to me intoxicating my very senses incessantly.”

“That sounds like a you problem,” you snapped back, secretly not actually minding, grabbing a generous handful of his ass. This afforded you a side eye from your husband, and a soft tangle of legs. You were about to move in and plant a kiss on his perfectly plump lips, but as soon as yours just barely brushed his, you felt something on your leg.

“Is that… is that a sock? You wore your socks to bed?”

“My love, I do not recall giving you any flack about your choice of sleepwear.”

“I just… Gods, my husband is a heathen… get those off!” You reached your arm down the length of his insanely long, seemingly neverending legs to pull the tabi socks off his feet, but he caught you first, determined to get that kiss from you. Your body went weak as warm, full lips pressed firmly into yours and he pulled you into a half-baked headlock with a thick, sinewy forearm.

“Surely your questionable choice of sleepwear does not make you any less ravishing, my dear.”