(Malcom and Marie AU)

Tonight should have been the best night of his life. The movie that he's been working on for years about a girl struggling with her drug addiction finally premiered, and everyone invited seemed to like it. He could already imagine himself reading the critics acclaiming his work.

You walked straight ahead to the bathroom as soon as you got home, fuming. Suguru followed behind but quickly turned to the bar in the living room to pour himself a very much needed and deserved glass of whiskey. He turned on the turntable and put one of his favourite soul vinyls on it as he danced around the house, bursting at the seams with happiness from the success of his movie.

You stepped out of the bathroom, still wearing the fancy dress you had at the premiere, and walked straight to the pantry to grab a packet of noodles to cook for dinner. You mindlessly listened as Suguru talked about his exchanges with the many journalists present at the premiere. He complained about how his movie would be seen as political, even though he didn't mean it to be, and only wanted them to focus on the story of the movie and the aesthetic of it.

You stepped out into the balcony, as he was still rambling about his film, to smoke a much needed cigarette, only halfway listening to what he had to say about some journalist he talked to. After you were done smoking, you walked back to the kitchen to finish making him his noodles as he turned down the sound of the music and approached you, hugging you from behind and pressing small kisses on your neck and shoulder.

he let his hands run over your waist and stomach as he continued kissing you all over. You ignored him and continued mixing the spice packets in the noodles. Suguru didn't let up his kisses and groping and kept asking for your praise.Finally, you turned to face him after you poured the noodles into a bowl for him and rested it on the counter.

"Your speech"

Suguru, rolled his eyes, already aware of what you were going to complain about.

"You didn't thank me"