Hiromi seldom allowed himself the —what he considered— luxury of taking a day off. Specially because that meant he had some delicious twenty four hours to spent with you, and they weren't enough.

"Kiss me more..." He mumbled, almost a whine if it wasn't because his voice was always low and gruff. "Don't you always say I deserve it cause of my 'hard work'?"

With you, all the cases, the tension in court, the guilt of another case found guilty, faded away.