“Satoru— C’mon cut it out,” you try reason with your husband as his lips press to the bridge of your nose, his warm large hands cupping your face.

“But you’re just so pretty,” Satoru murmurs with a grin, as his lips move to your left cheek, pressing there, and his fingers gently rub under your ears. You’re sprawled out on the sofa, your hair fanned under you, wine drunk and a soft flush on your cheeks as the TV light plays over your features and Satoru’s sure he’s never seen anything as beautiful.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl,” he mumbles as his lips skim over your eyebrows. “So pretty, y’know? Cutest thing ever.”

His words come out a little slurred because he’s a little drunk too from the red wine you and him have been drinking, but his lips continue to press gentle adoring kisses to your soft skin. You can smell the sweet scent of the wine on his breath and the feel of his soft pyjamas against yours as he hovers over you, careful not to press too much of his weight onto you.

“I married such a pretty woman,” he murmurs against your hairline as he kisses that too.

You flush at his words further — it’s not that Satoru isn’t affectionate usually. Because he is. Very affectionate in your day to day lives. Being sorcerers where death could come at any second, he’s always cherishing you when you’re close, kissing you and lacing your fingers together. You’re not short of affection when it comes to your husband.

But tonight you’re both a little wine drunk, the empty bottle on the coffee table and the TV’s playing some show you guys have watched for like the fifth time as his lips scatter kisses to whatever feature he can find and adore, the curve of his smile pressing to your skin like promises.

“My wife is sooo beautiful,” he mumbles with a soft laugh, his brilliant white teeth showing as he presses a kiss to your under eyes. “I married the most beautiful woman ever. Nanamin can suck it,” he murmurs as he brushes his plush pink lips to the arch of your cheekbones.