So we know it’s mutual right~?
“Oh~ But don’t you think you’ll enjoy the particular holiday treat of the mistletoe with kami~” she teased, a knowing look in her gaze.
The fox fell silent. She had hit that subject pretty much on the head.
“… Hm… well…” He hesitated, trying to figure out how to answer this. “I suppose it wouldn’t be that bad.” He had forgotten about the Mistletoe and its’ strange custom.
“… but I haven’t seen Kami in a week or so. I’m…” His gaze slid back to Kuro. “… worried.” He knew her job called her away, but after what happened with Kaede, he wondered how she was doing.
Kuro giggled at his reaction, smiling at the fox for a while until he mentioned kami’s other obligations. It made the black vixen sigh sympathetically.
“Don’t worry yuki-tan, that baka wolf will pop up eventually with a story to tell.” She smiled softly then. “She’s a tough one, and extremely stubborn~.”
“And I’ve missed you as well, cara.” She crooned, sighing in relief at the feel of his solid arms around her. It was something that always made her feel safe. Treasured.
Kuro hummed as she watered her plants carefully, each flower receiving special attention from the black fox. It had been well over a month since her mate had left, busy on a more serious case with his companions. While she worried about him, she knew better then most, that he was a powerful demon. Being bonded by their marks, she sensed whenever he was tired or missed her or was suffering. She’d send her spirit to soothe him, to help ease his aches and pain as she could.
Now she was currently in their new home, one shuichi had insisted on getting for them both in the human city. Not that she had any issues with it. Kurohime watered the garden they created together on the front porch of the house. She had donned a plain tank top and pair of shorts, something she often told her mate that “it was the closest to pants” that she’d ever get. She was more of a skirt or dress type of gal anyway.
Humming softly, her bare feet touching the soft grass that reminded her of her old home. She left it in the care of her servants, and knew it was in good hands, so there was no need to worry. She sighed softly, brushing back some of her dark locks. She had been told that her mate would be arriving back some time today and was eager for his return.
Kurama looked out the window of the cab that was driving him home; his feet wre aching from the amount of journeying by foot in the Makai he’d done over the past month. He was used to minor aches and pains though- the one thing he could never get used to was leaving is mate behind on missions.
He had forced himself to push thoughts of her in the back of his mind while working on his most recent case, but he could not stop her from waltzing her way into his dreams at night. The man missed her terribly, feeling guilty he’d finally talked her into moving into the city with him so that they could live together, and leaving for the Makai soon after. He hoped she’d adjusted well, it was a big change for her and he hadn’t been there to help her with it- his fist tightened.
Thankfully, the cab had pulled up to their street, bringing the redhead from his thoughts of guilt- his eyes immediately landed on Kuro’s form as she busied herself with their garden. He smiled opening the door; almost physically shivering with anticipation of her excitement in greeting him.
Kuro’s nose twitched when a familiar scent reached her nose, her senses automatically knowing who it was before her brain registered it. Turning around, she spotted him, gazing back at her calmly.
Ah, Did he get taller? She wasn’t sure…
She barely noticed that she moved at all until her arms wrapped around his shoulders, burying her face into the crook of his neck. She took relish in his physical presence, her hands sliding down to his chest to make sure it was really him and that he was really ok. She withdrew a bit from his hold, gazing at him as her hands reached up to touch his face.
“Welcome home.” She murmured softly, bringing her lips against his at long last. She smiled into the kiss when she felt his arms tighten around her form, pulling her up against his solid chest. Breaking the kiss, she laughed softly, her nose rubbing against his own affectionately.
“I was worried amor.” She frowned, her hand brushing back a few of his red locks gently. “Why don’t we lay down.” She chuckled at him, giving him a chaste kiss. “Whenever you decide to release me of course.”
OOC~ Since it’s another slow day on Tumblr, and nobody is sending asks in- I was bored and drew Kurokit’s OC Kurohime((:
Just because she’s a joy to roleplay with.
aww. I feel loved~ I really do~. And your a great partner~
Kuro chuckled, leaning over to give the girl a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“There you go yuni-chan.” Such a sweet girl.
(( mun dies of feels- ohoiheroehre0o Precious person! ))