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It’s hard being a sorcerer. It’s hard being married. It’s harder when you’re married to the strongest sorcerer.

There never seems to be enough time in the day for each other, one headed off to a mission overseas, the other on the opposite side of Japan for days, sometimes weeks on end. It leaves little time to spend with each other on Holidays, anniversaries, let alone weekends.

Of course, you knew this going into your relationship with Satoru - there wouldn’t be much time for you, for your relationship. But you’ve always done your best to make the most of it; kissing him hello and goodbye at the door when he comes home late, and has to leave again almost immediately. Making late night phone calls just to hear each other’s voice and talk about your day when you could spare five minutes to do so.

And he does the same to you, when he has rare time off, but you’re being called away to a pesky curse two cities over that has to be dealt with immediately. He looks at you lovingly with his cobalt eyes, flashes his pearly white smile and kisses you tenderly on the lips before parting ways. Coming home to find he’s left a slew of presents in the living room, just because he saw them on his last mission and they reminded him of you.

There’s been once, maybe twice in your five year relationship where plans didn’t need to be rain checked three to five times before you were able to go through with them. It’s an even rarer occasion when you can have breakfast together, pretending to be domestic, cooking at home for a change and sitting at the dining room table next to one another.

Even rarer still: being assigned a mission together.

It’s well known the higher-ups don’t want Satoru to be married, let alone have children, lest they have another cocky Gojo in the world to deal with - part of the reason why you’re never assigned missions together. Satoru was worried too, until you were on a mission and attacked, easily taking out a group of curse users who had come after you in an attempt to find his vulnerability.

But once you took on his name, well, you’re rarely bothered now - it is almost like as a collective, every curse user and organization knew if anything happened to you, Satoru would burn the world and everyone with it as vengeance.

This is one of those incredibly rare times - going on a mission together, and being able to spend the week with one another, away from home. An opportunity the two of you never let go to waste.

You’re sitting in the car, hands laced together with Satoru’s thumb absentmindedly rubbing the top of your hand as he shifts gears, Northern Lights off in the distance, barely able to see the shades of greens, blues and purples beyond the horizon of trees lining the road. His other hand is on the steering wheel, thumb tapping along to the beat of the soft music playing as he hums along.

The world zips by when he drives, always too fast, but you like it - even if he drives too fast, gets to where you’re supposed to be going too soon, you enjoy these little moments you get to spend with one another. He does too, which is why he opts to drive, rather than warp when the opportunity presents itself.

You’re supposed to be leaving Iceland tonight, only here for a week to rid the world of a curse user organization trying to develop away from Japan, hoping to get traction before infiltrating. They had a mole, someone who outed themselves to the higher-ups in hopes of receiving a far less severe punishment than if they were caught, and the two of you were sent to deal with the rest.

However, rather than turning to go to the airport, Satoru continues to drive forward, missing the turn completely. Furrowing your brows, you look over to him only to be met with a mischievous grin and a gleam in his eye you’ve seen far too many times over the years but at this point, you’ve learned to accept it, so you grin back.

When you first met Satoru, you were young, just transferred to Tokyo Tech shortly after high school, while he was still in the process of finding out who he is without his best friend, his guiding light for his beliefs.

He was assigned to show you around campus, to take you out on missions and judge your abilities to have your new grade assigned - being from the countryside, the curses you had exercised were weaker, less cunning than those in a big city like Tokyo. He was rash, cynical and harsh with his words in the first several weeks after you arrived.

But after several missions, you started to bond, forging a friendship with him nonetheless, opting to join him after work at bars or for dinner when Nanami would decline.

You fell for him long before he fell for you, but that’s to be expected with someone like Satoru. A little more aloof to love than most, ignoring others' romantic feelings towards him and pushing them away rather than letting them get close, afraid they would become a target, a responsibility he never thought he could or should bear, given who he is.

Over time his walls broke down, only with you. He found it was nice to have someone to care for him, someone who would listen to him vent about the higher ups, someone who supported him when he was playing with the idea of becoming a teacher at the school. You tried your best to offer advice if you could provide it, be a pillar of support when nobody else knew how to do that for him.

From then on, the two of you have been practically inseparable, figuratively speaking, having become the person who means the most, means the world to the other.

“What are we doing here?” You ask as he pulls into a gorgeous, easily 4,000 square feet log cabin. It’s secluded, the way he likes things, the way you both like things when you’re together.

He watches your reaction through the corner of his eye, smirking, but not answering, as he gets out of the car. You join him by his side, wide eyed as you take in the sight before you.

A gorgeous A-frame house with floor to ceiling windows lining the front of the house, windows just as large set in on the top of the frame coming up to the point of the triangle. There’s soft, freshly fallen snow on the ground, covering the roof of the cabin.

There’s a porch with a hot tub overlooking a lake, giving a more clear view of the hues bouncing around the night sky. You’ve never been to Iceland before, never seen the Aurora Borealis in person before, only ever on T.V. or in photographs.

Satoru leads the way inside, opening the front doors to the already warm space inside. There’s a crackle from a fireplace that’s already been started - things like this would normally worry you, but knowing your husband, he warped away when you weren’t paying attention, to set this up in preparation for you coming here.

The space is large, open, with a giant T.V., plush couches and plenty of bookshelves and decorations around. The kitchen is the same, an open modern space with the latest cooking appliances and gadgets you could ever consider. There’s a set of stairs just off the kitchen, likely leading to a set of bedrooms.

Satoru comes up behind you, nuzzles his nose in your neck before murmuring in your ear, “we’re staying one more night away.”

“Do we have more to do here? I thought we had missions in the morning to start on back home.” You’re confused, a little annoyed. Staying another night away, especially an unplanned one, will put you both behind on your work, and then you won't see each other again for who knows how long.

He ignores your tone, kissing from your jaw down your neck, squeezing your waist with his large hands, “Nanami and Ijichi are calling in extra help so we can have a night alone. If you fall behind, I’ll help.”

A soft sigh escapes your lips when he sucks on a tender spot below your ear, “no. You already have so much on your shoulders to deal with. I’ll manage.”

You can feel a smile grace his lips as he chuckles, moving his hands to your shoulders, massaging them gently, before kissing the nape of your neck, “nah, being with you makes everything a breeze.”

“You’re so cheesy.” You’re laughing, smiling as you turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a gentle kiss. Being the opportunist that he is, as soon as you sigh into him, his tongue is in your mouth, gliding against yours, deepening the kiss only for a moment before pulling away.

“I’ve got something to show you,” he grabs your shoulders and turns you around so you're facing the stairs, “go get changed into something… easily accessible.”

Your cheeks flush at his words before you feel a hard smack to your ass causing you to yelp while he lets out a hardy laugh.

Rolling your eyes and grumbling about how annoying your husband can be, you make your way up the wooden stairs into the grand master bedroom. Floor to ceiling windows lining each wall, vaulted ceilings, an Alaskan king bed with nightstands and a dresser across from it with a few modern paintings and mirrors hanging around. There are other display decorations as well, a few plants that look fake, little lamps on the end tables, and incense on the dresser.

Walking into the closet, you’re met with your clothes already hung up from your bag confirming your suspicion about him having already made his way here while you were busy. Knowing him, you were in the middle of talking to him when he left without your knowledge.

Biting your lip, you look through your clothes quickly, deciding on a soft dress because Satoru clearly has plans. Before heading back downstairs, you stop into the restroom to freshen up and find beautiful white ceramic tiles with a large vanity, his and her sinks encased in a marble countertop. The shower is huge with a rainfall showerhead.

Satoru clearly spared no expense. Not that you would ever expect him too.

When you make your way down the steps, you find Satoru playing on his phone, already changed to black slacks and leaning back on the dining room table. He looks up and flashes his best smile - the one that always makes you bite your lip and a warmth spread through your body in response.

“Beautiful,” he grins, walking over and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You don’t even get a chance to blink before you find yourself in the sky, over snow capped mountains, there are flames of greens and purples swirling just overhead, the moon a white starburst behind the shimmering shades of the Northern Lights.

Satoru watches as the wind blows. Your hair and dress rustle out from the breeze as you stand watching the sky. There’s no shiver or goosebumps on your skin from being out in the cold without a jacket or this high up because he has his infinity around you, at all times when you’re together, he’s always protecting you.

He loves having you by his side, his partner. The person who has always loved him unconditionally, even when he’s mad, even when he threatens to kill the higher-ups. You stand by his side, through thick and thin, you’ve proved that time and time again.

You deserve the world, and he wants to give it to you.

“Thank you for this,” you’re staring off into the lights along the horizon, eyes sparking as you watch them dance along the night sky, shifting ever so subtly.

Satoru cups your face, drawing your attention up to him as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. It’s slow, sensual and sweet, not kisses you often receive from him. He brings his hands down, slowly, letting his fingertips barely glide over the skin of your shoulder and arms, down your waist and to your hips.

His large hands span over your hips, rubbing his thumbs in small circles over your abdomen before pulling you in closer to his chest. Your hands find their way over his shoulder, carding through his snowy tresses. 

It doesn’t take long, it never does, before your back is pressed against the hard surface he’s created from his infinity, over the snow covered mountains below, pinning you down with his body weight.

Lips still connected, tongues tangling with one another, his cock is already so hard, straining against his slacks as he slowly moves his hips against your thigh.

Satoru sits up, looking at the way your hair is splayed out, your lips are kiss swollen, eyes growing darker and darker, filled with lust. Your chest rises and falls with each deep breath you take, biting your lip, waiting for his next move.

“C’mere,” it’s barely a whisper when he grabs your hand and pulls you up to him. He finds the zipper of the dress you threw on, leisurely unzipping it before running his hand along your spine, causing a shiver to run down your back. He stops about  halfway to rub small circles on your soft skin before lifting the dress over your head and haphazardly tossing it into the air.

There’s a gleam in Satoru’s eye as he licks his lips at the sight of you in your lace panties and bra. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you wear this set before, lace hardly covering your breasts so he can still see your perked nipples through the fabric, panties sitting so low they’re barely doing anything to impede his view of you.

Your breath catches in your throat, cheeks heating when he grabs one of your legs and kisses your ankle so tenderly.

His blue eyes shimmering in amusement as he watches your reaction, the way your body always responds to his touch, the way your breath hitches when he kisses up your calf so painfully slowly, before switching to the other leg, starting from your ankle again.

You deserve this. To be worshiped in a way only he can do for you, and he wants to do this for you, to show you how much love and adoration he holds for you. You put up with so much from him, his jovial attitude which can switch to serious at a moment's notice; the way he comes home planning to spend the evening with you, only to be called away because an issue comes up and he’s the only one who can handle it.

You deserve so much for greeting him with a smile, even as he says he has to leave again, and kissing him goodbye and good luck, never once complaining about how little you get to see of him, but always making the most of the time you do get to spend together.

Somewhere along the way, he loses his shirt before trailing his hands languidly over the skin of your thighs, large hands emitting a warmth as he brings them up to your hips, playing with the fabric of your panties on each side before pulling you into him. You wrap your legs around his waist automatically, desperately doing anything to have him closer.

You whimper under his touch, roll your hips against his, panties already soaked and all he’s done is graze his fingertips along your skin and kiss you a few times.

“I know, baby,” he’s quiet. There’s barely a sound this high up, not even from the wind with his infinity wrapped around you, yet his voice is still so soft, barely audible, “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen your husband suspended on top of you, shirtless with sinewy muscles on full display, your heart always begins to beat rapidly, breathing becomes irregular.

There’s a soft halo of indigo light cascading over his porcelain skin, it’s mesmerizing and gorgeous, with the vivid colors shifting behind him but none of it holds a candle to his starry cerulean eyes filled with so much appreciation and devotion for you.

Roaming your hands over his torso, you feel every contour of his muscles, little raised bumps where new small scars are forming on his skin when he fights an opponent he deems unworthy of using his infinity on. His cock twitches against your thigh when you trace the large scar on his chest with your finger at the same time he shudders from your touch. 

Satoru moves your legs from around his waist, laying overtop of you so he can kiss, lick and nip gently at the skin of your neck and shoulders, hands massaging your plush thighs.

“So needy,” he’s amused, voice husky as you writhe under him, gasping when he runs his thumb over the center of your panties. “You can handle just a little more, yeah?”

He watches you, chest heaving, tits illuminated from the violet lights above as he licks a strip up the cloth of your soaked panties before placing a gentle kiss to your clit.

“Satoru…” You’re whimpering and whining his name over and over; it’s like music to his ears.

He chuckles while continuing his torture, building the anticipating by kissing a line up from your pussy to the valley of your breasts. He runs his nose along your exposed skin, flicking one of your hardened buds before pulling the fabric of the bra down, exposing your breast to him.

You rut your hips against his, feeling his hard length straining against his thigh, the wet spot on his pants from precum already leaking from the tip.

Satoru playfully nips at your nipple, tugging it gently between his teeth while his other hand is on the other side, matching each tweak and twist with his thumb and forefinger before kissing in the space between them, swapping sides.

You’re moaning, gasping and whimpering each time his wet tongue makes contact with your sensitive skin. He’s worked you into a lust filled frenzy, your only thoughts filled with him and how much you desperately need your husband to solve the ache between your thighs, the fire burning in your belly.

Arms locked, holding his body weight, you’re given a flawless view of his perfectly toned, muscular arms before he pushes himself back onto his knees, groaning with relief once he unzips his slacks, removing them, followed by his briefs allowing his cock to spring free and rest against his stomach.

The tip is red, needy for stimulation and you can see the sheen of precum already spilling from the slit, gleaming in the soft lights from overhead.

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Satoru, I need you,” your plea is mixed with a groan, but it doesn’t stop you from removing your last remaining garments, listening to his command.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips when you run your fingers through your soaked puffy folds at the same time he makes his way back between your legs, opening them wider so he can get a better view. He runs his thumb over the tip of his cock sliding his precum down to the base, groaning quietly while watching the way you play with yourself for him.

It’s intimate like this; Satoru in your view stroking his cock more gently than you think you’ve ever seen before. He’s clearly enjoying what you’re doing with the way his cock twitches in his large hand and continues to leak.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby.” He coos as he watches your fingers slide through your slit, ignoring your throbbing clit, teasing yourself just so he can have more pleasure.

This isn’t something you would never trust anyone else with, to watch you in such a vulnerable state, watching the way you tease, moan and whimper from your own hands. It’s private, confidential, something most people will do behind closed doors with only themselves but yet it’s drawing you closer together, here, now, gazing into each other's eyes knowing you have all of each other.

Satoru grabs your wrist gently, leaning over so he can put your fingers in his mouth, moaning at the taste of you while sucking them clean before letting warm saliva pool on the tips of your fingers, moving your hand back down, placing them on your clit for you. You mewl at the contact, drawing small tight circles on your sensitive clit, finally getting the stimulation you’ve been dying to have.

With his freehand he slides his own fingers through your folds a few times before inserting two fingers into your pussy. Satoru has had your body mapped out since your first night together, taking the time to learn what makes you tick, which spots make you shudder and cry out his names the loudest. So when he curls his fingers, immediately finding your soft spot inside and dragging them across it over and over and over again, it comes as no surprise how quickly the knot in your stomach tightens, threatening to snap at any moment.

Satoru’s brows knit together when you grab the tip of his cock and squeeze with your free hand. He bites his lip, watching the way your lips are parted so beautifully, eyes rolling to the back of your head with flushed cheeks down to the tips of your shoulder, the high points of your cheeks and tits illuminated in the sky light.

Still doing your best to move your hand up and down his length, encircling your own clit in the process, he grips his hand over yours, guiding you how hard to squeeze, how fast to stroke him all the while watching the way you gasp out “I’m gonna-”

“Fuck, I’m close,” Satoru hisses when your face contorts as you finally freefall over the ledge of pleasure, soft walls spasming around his fingers as he continues to work you through your orgasm, absolutely gushing onto his hand before taking several deep breaths, trying to steady your breathing.

He has to grab the tip of his cock, halt your movements on his length so he doesn’t burst before he’s even had a chance to be inside you tonight.

You look up to him through thick lashes, eyes half lidded from the pleasure still coursing through your veins and a lazy smile. He returns the look with his own crooked smile when the blunt end of his cock easily slips past your entrance, until he’s fully sheathed, capturing your lips with his.

There haven’t been many words spoken tonight, but you don’t need that. Not when you’re speaking with your bodies the way you have been all night.

Satoru usually loves to talk, to hear his own voice, but he doesn’t need that when he’s with you - especially when he’s giving you slow deep strokes, managing to hit all of your spots with each thrust of his hips.

Your ankles are wrapped around his calves, locking him into you. His arms are held straight up next to your face, your hands wrapped around his forearms but there’s too much space between you for how intimate the night has been. He’s watching, appreciating, you know he is but you need more. Wrapping your hands around his neck, you pull him further down into you.

The kisses are languid and lazy, tongues sloppy as they glide alongside one another, taking your time together as you take turns playfully tugging on each other's bottom lips.

It’s easy to forget, with the two of you over the mountains, writhing in shared pleasure that anyone could be below, witnessing a sight that would leave them utterly stunned and confused - two people overhead, seemingly held up by nothing making love to one another.

But it’s too cold for that. There’s no forms of life below, and there are no sounds to be heard aside from your soft moans, his quiet grunts in your ear, and the gentle call of his name where each syllable is enunciated almost to a fault; sa-to-ru.

Satoru never thought of sex as an expression of love before you came into his life, nothing more than stress relief, a means to an end. But with you it’s different. You’re connected, body and soul, he’s intoxicated by your touch just as much as you are with him.

With a roll of his hips, Satoru sharpens his movements until you’re both clinging to each other, calling out the other’s name as you find your ends together. You’re throbbing and clenching around his cock, he’s painting your walls white with his release, keeping his hips going at a steady pace to make sure it all stays inside.

You lay like this for a while, fingers laced in one another, him still inside of you, under the Aurora Borealis. Soft whispers, tender kisses and giggles fill the small space between you until he’s hard again, rocking his hips gently into yours until you’re both spent, bodies having given everything to one another.

He brought blankets, though you don’t really need them with his infinity around, protecting you from the cold. You’re sitting between his legs, leaned back on his chest, fingers entwined, wrapped around your waist.

“I love you,” he murmurs in your ear.

He doesn’t say he loves you with his words often, he doesn’t have to because he shows his affection in other ways. It’s something you’ve learned to accept over the years, though it hasn’t always been easy but when he does say it, you know he always means it.

“I love you, Satoru,” turning your head you peck his lips gently with a smile, feeling your cheeks flush.

The two of you sit on his infinity watching the greens, purples and pinks float around the night sky until the early hours of dawn in each other’s arms.

No matter what the future brings, as long as you’re by each other's side, everything will be okay.

February 2018

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