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[ A certain Mr. Secret Spy has been away from home for far too long, and really it should come as absolutely no surprise that in the moments after taking off his shoes, dropping his duffle bag, and shuffling through the hallway he ends up flopping down face-first in his bed with an audible but very happy sigh. HOME. Bed. And somewhere, presumably, wife. His three most favorite things, though not necessarily in that order.]

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[she'd be insulted if that were the proper order. that's the best bed ever.

don't worry too much, Mrs. Secret Spy is not usually hard to find. just follow the black]

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[ He will allow himself a whole three minutes to decompress and inhale the familiar scent of the bedspread, which doesn't smell nearly as wifey as it should and probably means she's spent more nights hunched over notebooks than in it. And when those three minutes are over, he'll sit back up and tug off his coat, then climb out of bed to search for His Most Favoritest Lady ]

To~mo~ko~ -cha~n. I'm home.

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I know, I heard you.

[probably ... more than heard. she is somewhere in the living room, knitting, but she will look up as he walks in]

Welcome home, Mr. Spy.

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Still, it's nice to be greeted.

[ just let him trod right on over and drape himself over the back of her chair so he can wrap his arms around her shoulders and press a kiss to the top of her head--he doesn't want to get too in the way of her knitting ... not just yet, anyway. ]

I missed you.

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[tactical knit interference]

Hm? Didn't you head straight to the bedroom first yourself?

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Hm~ Fair point.

[ leaning in a little so he can drop his chin on her shoulder ]

What are you working on?

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[she'll hold it up! it's...]

A sweater, of course.

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[ presumably this sweater has skulls on it and is also something that he will likely be wearing at some point, because He Loves His Wife ]

A good start.

[ You know what's another good start? Him tilting his head just enough to give her a little smooch on the temple ]

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[how did you know?! and hey, this one might be for the cat. he might have to wait. he did make her wait to see him, after all]

Why thank you.

[oh no. she liked it. it makes her want to lean in]

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[ That was very mean of him and he sincerely apologizes ]

I hope it hasn't been too boring.

[ more kisses!!! from her temple to the side of her eye to her cheek, even ]

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[maybe the cat can wait, then!]

Oh no, never. Gentarou-san came to visit. JK, too.

[at once. at the same time.

she is still turning into those kisses]

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[ look at how well he is doing at NOT glancing around to see if anything was broken ]

I'm glad. I'm sorry it took so long to come home.

[ This is nice. Kisses are nice and her shampoo is nice and being home is nice and she is nice and he's just making a very happy sound ]

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[please, she can Gentarou proof the house]

How long do I have you this time?

[more of this]

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I do have some vacation time saved up ...

[ but you know what, this is an awkward and difficult position, so he's just going to gently pull her project away from her and set it aside so he can move around and just pick her right up out of her chair and carry her over to the couch. it's much easier to kiss her face and cuddle her with her in his lap, after all ]

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Ah, do you? But this isn't a vacation.

[that would be embarrassing if he had not done it a dozen times before. she is quite happy to cuddle and hold on, and kiss that handsome spy]

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No, but I could use it to stick around a little longer.

[ he's missed this a lot and his arms loop around her waist, holding her against his chest so he can give her a proper "I'm home" kiss ]

Make up for lost time, and all that.

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I'd never get anything done.

[except him.

whoops]

But I wouldn't complain.

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We could go on a trip. No work, no phones ... just us.

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How spontaneous. Of course, it's you... so you've planned something.

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Only so far as to submit my notice of leave of absence.

[ absently sliding his hand down her side and hip to rub absently at her thigh ]

The rest ... well, this is your time.

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Oh, that's very lucky. You timed it well.

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[ come here; let me nuzzle your cheek ]

Oh? Did I?

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[very well]

I don't have appointments to keep.

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[ Husband is Very Content right now just cuddling wifey ]

Is there anywhere you would like to go?

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Ah... somewhere cool.

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Hmm... Sapporo, maybe? Hakodate?

[ But that might even be thinking too close to home ]

Northern Europe somewhere?

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For so short a time? How unwise.

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[ He seems to have deflated a bit ]

I guess you're right.

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We wouldn't see enough.

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Fair point. Three weeks isn't enough time for that.

[ Idly combing through her hair with his fingers ]

Is there anything you'd like to see?

[ Though somehow he gets the feeling that the where doesn't really matter so long as it's the two of them ]

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Nothing I haven't before.

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I do know of a nice ryoukan in Nara ...

[ which is not so much cooler but deer!!!! friendly deer! ]

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How cute.

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We could leave in the morning, if you want.

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Oh, that migt be nice...

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[ Brushing his fingers through her hair and leaning in to press another kiss to her cheek ]

We can figure that out in the morning.

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I'd like that.

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We should rest well, then. Just in case.

[ What if he swooped his lovely wifey up into his arms and trotted towards the bedroom? ]

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[ooohhhh so nice]

In a hurry?

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[ With cheek kisses and eventually setting a wifey down in bed ]

Not particularly.

[ What time is it? It's jammie time ]

84 years later

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[wow, he's really gonna jammie]

Hmmm...

Re: 84 years later

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[ In fairness, he sleeps in his underwear. Unless it's really, really cold. But even then, he has a very soft pretty warm wifey he can snuggle right up to, which is exactly what he's going to do ]

Hmm?

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[the snuggling IS prime]

It's nothing

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[ Snuggling with lots and lots of kisses and a pulling of pretty wifey right up against his chest with a content sigh ]

Is that right?

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Of course. I wouldn't lie.

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I don't think you would, no. [ There can be fingers running through her hair, though, because this is nice, being with wife is nice ]

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[heeee yes, yes it is]

I never even said it...

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[ This is a very nice closeness, and one he's sorely missed; least of not because she is the exact opposite of the sweaty gross muscleheads he usually has to share a room, and occasionally a bed, with ]

That I would think that, or something else?