seraphic | owari no seraph

sweater weather | shinya

[Songfic; Christmas Special; Modern AU]
(quick a/n: This chapter has implied sexual content in it, so if you're uncomfortable upon reading that kind of stuff, then don't. More notes at the end.)
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♪ She knows what I think about ♪

"You're brooding again."

"I do not brood."

"You're doing it right now."

"I am not."

"Is it Kureto again?"

"How the hell did you know?"

"I'm your wife, you damn idiot, of course I'd know."

With a sigh, Shinya ran a hand through his hair, which was as white as the powdered snow that gathered up on the windowpane of the two-floor apartment he shared with you. It's Christmas Day and he's been put in a spectacularly bad mood by his adoptive brothers —specifically his older brother, Kureto— earlier during Christmas dinner with the Hīragis.

He thought that it would be a normal, comfortable supper with you and his adoptive family. He thought that Kureto would keep his mouth shut for once. He thought that everything would be in pristine condition.

But that was before Kureto began insulting Shinya's mother.

Shinya heaved a sigh and placed the book he was reading on top of the the makeshift coffee table in front of him, which was a traveling trunk donned with various stamps from all the adventures you and him had pursued.

"I'm still wondering how you managed to put up with my family, (Name)," The Hīragi murmured sadly.

You flashed him a lovely toothless grin. You walked up to Shinya and plopped yourself beside him on the couch. Silently, you leaned your head on his shoulder.

Shinya chuckled and placed an arm around your waist. "By the way, when did you stick that ornamental mistletoe up in the ceiling?"

You let out a rather girlish giggle. "Yesterday."

Suddenly, he pulled you close and the next thing you knew, his lips were pressed against yours in a chaste kiss.

Once he pulled away, he had that familiar mischief in his eyes. Oh, he knew exactly where this was going.

♪ One love, two mouths ♪

The squeaking of the door to your bedroom from its hinges, the sensation of your lips hot against his as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth, pinning you against the wall, your legs encircling his waist —it all made Shinya's mind fuzzy.

♪ One love, one house ♪

"When was the last time we did this?" He broke away for a quick breath.

You sniggered. "Only last Thanksgiving, you idiot."

Shinya sighed and trailed his lips up your neck until you could feel his hot breath against your ear. "Feels like a long time already," He says rather huskily.

Your husband's hands snuck up the long-sleeved button up that you were wearing —his long-sleeved button up. His calloused palms touching the bare skin of your waist made you flinch.

"I forgot you were ticklish there," Shinya laughed.

"Two can play in that game," You pouted as you snaked your arms around the back of his neck. Shinya nearly drops you when you traced that ticklish spot at the back of his neck with your fingers. He recoiled like a frightened cat.