[UshiTen: Just another rainy day in Paris]

Part 29

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It was almost time. Two more days.

Wakatoshi woke up that morning, just to find the space beside him empty. One raised eye-brow in amazement later, he stepped into the kitchen silently – Satori was making breakfast.

He looked around, as if he saw the place for the first time. There were flowers in the middle of the table; the kitchen was extremely clean and sparkling under the morning rays of the sun. The calm aroma of green tea was filling the air, and he overheard birds singing, through the open window. He looked around: every corner of the house was now tidy, arranged in accordance with some vintage-style design that he had no idea of, but which made it all look picturesque and somehow expensive. It looked like the cover of some magazine, and the only thing that reminded him of his mother were the random flower-pots with blooming plants, tucked on shelves and window-sills. The house was very much the same, but also – quite new, and different, and Wakatoshi had a hard time believing that it'd been just a year that had passed.

The flight was booked, the hotel was reserved, some sightseeing spots on the map had been planned to be visited, and the only thing he could think about right now was that... apart from that final piece of paper, a certificate of sorts, they had been married, for quite a while now.

He stepped closer, thirsty to bury his face in the fiery hair, to inhale the warm scent of Satori's nape, to hug him, to feel him. As if today was the first time, the first day, the initial closeness, which, for them, had occurred many years ago.

- I love you. – he whispered.

- I... Good morning! – Satori gasped, and slowly turned around to kiss him.

A smile was shared, a warmth, trust, confidence that you belonged, that all was going to be alright.

- Baby, I checked. We'll need a witness, even two. I think I could call Anne-Marie, she'll be too happy to make our cake too! – he chirped as if this was some minor matter, like taking out the trash, or adding fresh tomatoes to the list of groceries for next time.

- Mmmmm.

Wakatoshi was not ready to speak yet. His nose was nuzzling into Satori's elegant neck, and he just breathed.

But the fine, ephemeral creature in his embrace stirred, and kept on twittering, informing him on and on:

- I'm done with packing, but I haven't prepared anything for our... our...ughhh...

When Wakatoshi looked at him, he saw him blush.

- What now? What is it? – he grumbled, still sleepy.

Tendō stood on his toes and whispered in his ear:

- Our wedding night, silly!

Ushijima shook his head now – all his blood rushed there, for the billionth time in his life. Being around his crush all the time was not an easy task.

No, not a crush. Husband. Soon.

- Please, don't fuss about it. We'll do whatever you like, but I am OK with getting back home, resting a bit, and then having our 365 wedding nights for the next year to come. – he grumbled unhappily.

Satori chuckled.

- Honey, I think you are getting old!

- Oh, yea?

Satori knew the drill; the two arms he loved best in the world were still strong, they still loved to grab at him, and claim him, and lift him up, as if he weighed nothing, and – just like always – he wrapped his legs around the strong hips, giving Ushijima a hug and kiss almost at the same time.