Mrs Aizawa (MHA Fanfiction)

37. The morning of

"Goodmorning, Kitten." Shota whispers in my ear.

I groan, not really wanting to get up just yet. So, instead of opening my eyes, I snuggle my way ontop of Shota and just lay there, using my husband as a giant pillow, almost falling back asleep. My nose is nestling in the crook of his neck, getting a hit of his lovely scent every time I breath.
Shota lifts up my pj shirt a little, before resting his hand on my bare back. He slowly starts to rub my back and I hum, loving every second of it. He chuckles.

"Come on, it's time to up." Shota says, planting a few kisses on the top of my head. Still not wanting to get up just yet, I ignore his comment. "Aw, is my little Kitten still so sleepy? I guess I have to shower alone then." Shota says in a teasing way.
Frowning, I lift my head up and look at him. My hair is probably all over the place, since I didn't braid it or anything last night before bed, and there are probably pillow marks over my face as well. But all Shota does is smile and give me a kiss on the nose.

"You're not showering alone. That's a crime against marriage and love." I say sleepily, making him chuckle again. Still not wanting to really get up, I lay my head back down  and close my eyes again, wanting to sleep again. Shota wraps his arms around me, before somehow getting out of bed without bending and folding me like a pretzel.
I groan, but don't protest. He guides my legs around his hips, while holding me up with one arm underneath my butt and one around my back.

He seats me on top of the bathroom sink, before letting go of me and closing the door. I look at him and he smiles at me. Shota walks over to the walk in shower and turns it on. While the water is getting to the right temperature, he walks over to me again and gives me another kiss on my nose.  His hands pull on the hem of my pj shirt and without really thinking or caring about it, I lift my arms up, allowing him to pull the shirt off of me. 
Shota's signature smirk appears on his face upon seeing my bare chest and I swear I can see a little droplet of drool escape from the corner of his mouth. 

"Are you trying to see me naked or get me in the shower?" I ask him as his hands cup my breasts. From the very first moment Shota touched them, countless years ago, he was in absolute love with my boobs. This man is the definition of a boob-man. Every chance he gets to put his hand on there, he takes with pleasure.

"You have to be naked to shower, so both." He answers with a light chuckle, before trailing his hands down my sides to my underwear. Putting my hands on the sink next to me, I push myself up slightly, allowing him to take off my underwear. The sink is quite cold against my bare skin.
Shota throws my clothes on the floor, almost in the laundry basket, before picking me up again. He stands me underneath the warm water of the shower and I hum, it's so nice.

I watch Shota getting undressed, admiring every inch of his body. 
Once entirely undressed, Shota joins me in the shower. We bought an xxxl showerhead, just so we both can be standing underneath the water at the same time. Best money spend. 

Shota and I take turns washing each other's hair and conditioning it and washing each other's bodies. I don't think Shota realises that the way he touches me gives me butterflies, but the soft smirk on his face tells me otherwise. His hands linger around my stomach a little longer than on the other parts of my body and realising why makes me smile. He's smiling as well, standing behind me and resting his head on my shoulder.
I decide to go the extra mile and shave as well. But I only do that because Shota told me he needed help with tidying up his beard and I didn't want to be the only unshaven one.

When we both get out of the shower, we get ourselves dried off. I put my hair up in a towel, something Shota always found funny for some reason. He refuses to use a hairtowel, claiming it's too fluffy for his hair. So instead of using a soft and fluffy hairtowel to dry his long ass hair, he rubs it dry with a random towel. I guess that's why his hair needs that much conditioner every time. We both brush our teeth and I do my skincare, trying to convince Shota to let me apply some moisterizer on his face, but he doesn't want me to. Shota grabs his electric razor he got for christmas five years ago or something and hands it to me, wanting me to tidy up the edges of his beard. It's not uncommon that he asks me to do this, but he usually does this himself. But I did a pretty good job to say myself.