The streets of Asakusa seemed to silence themselves deeper into the night. The only hours where Tamayo, & her wife, roamed the world expectantly. Saved for the vicious sun, most of their years, & centuries, had been spent, confined, in their home.

Plants lined familiar corners, & walls. Exotic fruits strung up along the kitchen's mahogany cupboards. The wooden counters accessorized by whatever mess of tea Yushiro had left behind. A small, porcelain dish of food, lying in wait for the young feline, Chachamaru.

Tamayo found herself longing for the touch she had relished in for decades now. Easing herself into a kind sit atop of your pelvis. Her tired hands & arms, draped lazily over your shoulders.

Her delicate nails raked over the back of your scalp.

Her rouge-colored lip tint leaving messy, but soft claims over your kind skin. Generously, she kissed each & every mole, freckle, & lingering dark spot.

Leaving you in a state of bliss. Her kisses & hands working gentle magic at the figure of the one she loved...

Tamayo had never been a woman of many words.

Though, as her lips caught yours in a kind kiss. One of longing, & admiration, rather than lust, or fever.

The tatami door of the pristine bedroom slid open. A husky gasp emitting from the man who stood in the framed doorway.

"Apologies--for the intrusion, my ladies-!" Yushiro bowed his guilt-ridden, & flushed head. "You have a visitor." he informed.

Mourning the loss of the sentimental moment, Tamayo rested her throbbing forehead against her lover's clothed shoulder. Nodding in an appreciative understanding.

"Thank you, Yushiro. We will be down momentarily."

& as the door slid shut once more, your wife let out a hissed sigh. Your hands cautiously squeezed at her shoulders.

"Who could possibly be visiting at this ungodly hour?" She grumbled.