#this is quite long...

🌻 taichi + sora // [16] quiet warm summer mornings in bed

well this should be a soft summer drabble, yet i turned it to a hot summer. not sorry though.

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It had been four days since their marriage, three nights since they left the capital city, and literally two mornings of not going anywhere but the hotel bed.

Haruhiko Takenouchi gave them a voucher worth of a week stay at one of the most luxurious ryokan in Niseko as a wedding gift. “I know this would a better present for wintertime,” that old man said, “but I got it after doing some research up there recently and it’s only valid for a month, so wouldn’t it be a waste to let it go?” Indeed although they would prefer somewhere warmer and merrier instead of secluded, mountainous area, they still happily accepted it since they weren’t as wealthy as Mimi who could pick any place in the world to go for honeymoon with Yamato (and Sora was also too stingy to crack open her piggy bank again after spending quite much for their wedding party). 

She already took a mental note about what to do while in the north: trying the all-natural hot spring water, visiting a farm that produced the authentic Hokkaido milk, and walking across lavender fields. However, as they arrived at their suite, Taichi insisted to keep her in the bed that he claimed as the most spacious one he’d ever seen, surely having countless of burning kisses and passionate love-making whether it was day or night, only to catch a break for meals. But even if they didn’t do it, they would still be holding on each other’s arm and never let go.

Sora woke up from her sleep for a dozen of times, watching as Taichi was still sound asleep. It was funny how his light snores became so charming, and she didn’t mind spending her whole life waking up to such a view. She curled a smile, shifted to sit on the edge, just before a hand pulled her back to the pillow and enveloping her bare body in a big warm hug.

She muffled her laugh. “Taichi—”

“Just stay,” he whispered in a coarse voice, eyes still tightly shut.

“We’ve been staying above the mattress for two nights in a row.”

“Let’s just not go anywhere….”

Exasperated, she clicked her tongue. This would be a long conversation it seemed, so she started by kissing his lips shortly. “Aren’t you going for a morning run?”

Taichi finally opened his eyes, rubbing it lazily as he woke up from a deep slumber. “Sora, I’m on holiday. Why do I have to jog?”

“I don’t know—don’t you miss being in shape?”

“Don’t you rather have a fat, ugly, unathletic husband so that the girls won’t be obsessed with him?”

“Now don’t be so conceited, sir,” she gave him an eye. “I’m serious, Taichi; we should move. I read the reviews and they said the restaurant is superb. They have delicious meals with such amazing scenery, yet we always ask our foods to be delivered.”

“And that’s why room service existed.”

“Stop being so lazy!” She eventually couldn’t help but raising her voice in annoyance. “If we keep this up, the days will pass unknowingly and suddenly we already have to go back to our reality in Tokyo.”

“My reality is to have you as my wife, no matter where we are,” he rephrased, and just when she could feel her cheek reddened, he continued, “but I happen to love this bed just as much as I love you, so it’s not wrong for a gentleman to have both things he loves the most at the same time as a token of his hard work, right?”

All the feelings fleet away in a snap. She smacked his shoulder that he loosened his hands and Sora was able to release herself. “That’s it. I’m going to try the private onsen—”

“Oh, come on. Who the hell drown themselves in a hot bath on a summer?” —yet when she finally got up, he clenched her back down with a tighter grip. He even started giving her a series of butterfly kisses so that she wouldn’t resist—and at the same time, sending her a signal that he wanted to do it again.

She sighed in desperation as he kissed the crook of her neck, but just when she was about to give up, a brilliant idea passed by her mind. She smirked before lowering her lips to his earlobe.

“How about this…” she said, “you let me go and I’ll let you do me in the pool?”

He stopped altogether, pulled his head back immediately and stared at her dumbfounded.