Ayato was a quiet man you’ve only known for two weeks. You had just completed your wedding ceremony and it was getting close to midnight. You were gazing out from the opening of your new bedroom awaiting his arrival. You were nervous it was your wedding night afterall. suddenly you felt a presence behind you. It was Ayato and he had a smirk on his face. “Sweet wife, have you been waiting for me?” He undid the collar of his kimono with one hand as he placed the other on your upper leg.