Notes: I've been struggling to find what kind of nickname the characters would use for their lover so if anybody have an idea, please leave your suggestion!
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Nestled between his arms, YN pressed against his body, desperate to feel his warmth, to soak up his perfume whose smell would slowly fade from the apartment.
It was always the same thing. Whenever Nanami got ready to leave their home for a mission whose target's rank would force him to work overtime, he hugged her longer and she understood.
Y/N understood that he would be home late, that he would surely be injured though he would still insist: "I'm all right, it's just a couple of bruises". And he knew that she would ignore his words and force him to settle down in the bathroom so that, with a delicacy that he would admire with a small smile, she would take care of his wounds without forgetting the ones that were invisible to the naked eye.
"Be careful..." mumbled Y/N whose words were muffled by her stubbornness to press her face against his heart.
Nanami took a big inspiration, wanting also to soak up the perfume of the one who was constantly in his mind, and he placed his hand on the top of her head.
"I will be." He whispered with a voice that implied the fatigue resulting from the short night they had spent following the defeat of Y/N who wanted him to enjoy his sleep. An opinion that had not been shared by her partner. "I want to feel all of you" he had breathed against her ear.
His hand, which had begun to play with a strand of hair, moved to cup her jaw. His thumb immediately began to caress her skin, sometimes teasing the corner of her lips. A light movement, an intimate one. As slow as he could; perhaps with the wish that time would stop just for the two.
Y/N finally detached her face from his heart to snuggle against the palm of his hand. She closed her eyes with a little hum of satisfaction, her hands never letting go of his waist. "You promise?" she asked in a murmur. Maybe her voice was too small as he didn't answer. She opened her eyes to look up at Nanami whose eyes seemed to have been waiting for hers.
Had she always been so beautiful? Had her eyes always been so bright? Her skin so soft? Her perfume so bewitching? Her lips so delicious? All those questions rushed into the head of the man who, at every of their goodbyes, rediscovered the love he bored for her.
He never sought to find answers, appreciating the doubt that his heart amused itself in making him feel by accelerating. Though, Nanami liked to experiment: he leaned down, lifting up the face of a Y/N whose lips parted with anticipation.
The kiss was slow yet full of passion. The couple took the time to exchange their unsaid feelings. Their hands returned to their natural places: Nanami's on the back of her neck and the other on her jaws; Y/N's clinging to his shirt, the other sneaking to reach his neck.
The end of the kiss was always determined by Nanami who knew that if he allowed himself another second, the separation would be too painful. A second stolen, he would regret all day.
Y/N was aware of his struggle as she shared the feeling, and she made him know it by caressing his neck, an affectionate smile to accentuate her silent words. At that moment, she was just waiting for his response, the signal that it was time to separate.
"I promise," he said, taking the precaution of not letting any hesitation appear. Nanami laid one last kiss but on her forehead this time, to avoid the temptation of her lips, and repeated, "I promise, my love."
