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[meteorstorm]

[ 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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[switchcraft]

We wouldn't see enough.

[meteorstorm]

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 ]

[switchcraft]

Nothing I haven't before.

[meteorstorm]

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

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

[switchcraft]

How cute.

[meteorstorm]

We could leave in the morning, if you want.

[switchcraft]

Oh, that migt be nice...

[meteorstorm]

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

We can figure that out in the morning.

[switchcraft]

I'd like that.

[meteorstorm]

We should rest well, then. Just in case.

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

[switchcraft]

[ooohhhh so nice]

In a hurry?

[meteorstorm]

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

Not particularly.

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

84 years later

[switchcraft]

[wow, he's really gonna jammie]

Hmmm...

Re: 84 years later

[meteorstorm]

[ 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?

[switchcraft]

[the snuggling IS prime]

It's nothing

[meteorstorm]

[ 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?

[switchcraft]

Of course. I wouldn't lie.

[meteorstorm]

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 ]

[switchcraft]

[heeee yes, yes it is]

I never even said it...

[meteorstorm]

[ 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?