Shiki Valentine's

I'd expected it to be a lazy Sunday where we'd spend all day in bed. Shiki and I had gone out last night for dinner and our evening continued long until the early hours of the morning. It left me drained and I didn't have the strength to open my eyes even with sunlight seeping through my eyelids.

 

So I sent out a touch.

 

I'd expected to reach out under the bedsheets and find a warm, soft figure next to me or to roll over and catch a face-full of soft hair. Instead there was an empty space beside me and the sheets were cool to the touch. There wasn't even the faint scent of floral shampoo or the perfume she'd worn. There wasn't even the usual protest to let her continue sleeping.

 

There was the sharp clang of plates and cutlery meeting coming from the kitchen. I raised my head and I could make out the sizzle and pop from frying pans. The curiosity got the best of me and I defeated the urge to stay under the warm covers and faced the morning chill. In a haze I fumbled my way around the hallway and followed my morning routine on the way to the kitchen and dining room.

 

The dining table was lavishly decorated considering it was just breakfast. I saw over the divide between the kitchen and dining room as Shiki slaved away to craft a hot meal. Shiki spied me watching her.

 

'Heya hubby.' A schoolgirl giggle escaped with her words 'I thought I'd let you sleep in. You must be tired.'

 

I wanted nothing more than to crawl back to bed. My body was a lifeless husk. I couldn't understand how Shiki could have such a spring in her step. Even through my hazy vision I could see that warm smile and bright eyes. There was no stopping her.

 

'What's the occasion?'

 

'Happy Valentine's Day.' Shiki stuck her tongue out at me.

 

I was embarrassed. I forgot why we'd gone out last night. It was my treat for her.

 

'Now my turn to give you a gift.' Shiki took my hand and pulled me in close for a kiss. Unbeknownst to me she'd left a lipstick print.

 

Breakfast sounded great but that wasn't my only gift: There was also her outfit. I didn't notice it at first, my eyes had been cloudy but as my vision cleared I could finally enjoy it. Shiki was wrapped in a tiny white apron with golden straps and adorned in ribbons and a faint love heart pattern. The colours matched her fair skin and blonde hair.

 

Shiki brought me over the kitchen bench to taste the food she'd been working on. She picked a piece with chopsticks and fed it to me 'Good, huh?'

 

I accepted her offer and gave an approving hum. I didn't have the energy for words.

 

'Still tired? You look like you need a pick-me-up.' Shiki purred.

 

Shiki turned towards the refrigerator and I had an eyeful of the back. Under that apron was nothing but tiny underwear with her cheeks stuck out. The apron straps and tiny panties hugged her body. From the back I saw her hourglass figure. I could peek the shape of the I-cups even from behind and her wide hips beckoned me to take hold. Her firm skin was flawless and milky in complexion.  

 

My breath was erratic, my heart raced and my body stiffened. I was driven to a state of madness and panic. I desired every part of her at once. Even after all this time we'd been together Shiki reduced me to this primal state. I'd learned her body and her touch and yet the passion was still as intense as the first time.

 

Shiki draped an arm over the fridge door and wiggled her hips to entice me. 'You feel like some juice?'

 

'Your juice.' I blurted out.

 

'I didn't know you liked tomato juice that much?'

 

I brushed my fingers over her sides and explored under the apron.

 

Shiki jumped and giggled. 'Oh, where'd all this energy come from?'

 

'I guess I really like your cooking.'

 

Shiki stuck her tongue out to tease me but I cleared away that silly face with a kiss.

 

'I feel like unwrapping my gift.'

 

Shiki played coy 'Oh? Because I made you some chocolates.'

 

'I want something sweeter.'

 

Shiki playfully nudged me. She always entertained my awful lines.

 

She also always returned my kisses. It wasn't long until we pawed at each other like teenagers.