Higuruma stepped through the door of the house. He let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through his hair. He set his briefcase on the floor beside the door, kicking off his shoes. The day was long...too long and tiring. "My love?" He heard your voice across the hall and felt tension immediately leave his body with the simple sound of your voice. He loosened his tie as he stepping into your shared room, seeing his beautiful wife... "God..." He let out a breath, his eyes moving over your body and face in that...dress. He ran a hand over his hooked nose and over his lips in a sigh of exhaustion. "You look perfect..."

You turned. You were getting ready for a party one of his work friends was hosting. The two of you were expected to attend. He shrugged off his shit jacket, dropping it on the floor as he stepped forward and fell to his knees in front of you. He looked up at you for a few moments...admiring you...then reaching out and trailing his hands up the silky satin of your dress. He pulled you close, his hands bunching in the fabric on your thighs with his face pressed into your stomach. "This day couldn't have ended sooner..." He breathed you in...slowly...taking in your scent and the feel of your warmth against him.