Feel My Heart Beat

Unexpected

Akihito reached a hand out and gently ran his fingers through Asami's hair. He had been trying to get up to make breakfast for a good ten minutes so far but his soulmate had his arms wrapped around his waist in a death grip. He had managed to wiggle into a sitting position but Asami had just curled up around him even more and was sleepily refusing to let go. Akihito would have found it cute if it hadn't been for the fact that he wanted to actually eat something before he headed off for work. He opened his mouth to say something but his stomach bet him to it and emitted a loud rumble. A sleepy golden eye opened and cast a rather ineffectual glare at the photographer's stomach. Akihito couldn't hold back a giggle at the sight.

Over the last week Asami had pretty much gone back to his usual self except for a few extra touchy feely moments. Akihito had quickly worked out that he seemed to take a lot of reassurance from physical touch and made sure to reciprocate as often as he remembered. It was as though Asami was mentally reassuring himself that Akihito was, in fact, still there. They hadn't really done much during their time off together either. A little shopping, a movie marathon and a TV series marathon. Most mornings were spent lazing around in bed until their stomachs forced them up for food. More than once Akihito found himself playing games on his phone while Asami was plastered against his back and seemingly intent on trying to absorb him.

"Asaaaaamiiiiii, I need to go make breakfast."

The only reply he got was a small, displeased huff but the arms around his waist loosened their hold. It really was cute seeing this sleepy, defenceless side of the normally intimidating man. Asami would probably shoot him for calling him cute though. Akihito leaned down and pressed a quick kiss onto Asami's cheek. He was just moving away with the intent to finally get out of bed when he was suddenly pulled back down and he toppled onto his soulmate. Asami expertly manoeuvred him around so that he was fully on top of the older man and kissed him deep and hard. He didn't let go until he had ripped a small moan from the back of Akihito's throat. Akihito flopped back onto the bed, breathing hard.

"You don't play fair."

Asami flashed him his trademark smirk. "How about you join me in the shower and we take care of your little problem." He glanced down significantly.

Akihito groaned. "I didn't have a problem until you decided to be a jerk. I really need to go make breakfast."

"Later. Come for a shower."

He was about to protest but Asami cut him off with another searing kiss and his resolve crumbled.

***

Akihito didn't end up having enough time to make breakfast and had to grab a quick bite to eat on the way to his editor's office. He had grumbled to Asami about it who had just smirked even more and offered to pay for whatever he picked up to eat but Akihito had shot the offer down. That had been completely beside the point. He actually enjoyed cooking and liked making sure that Asami was eating correctly. There was a certain satisfaction to be had when someone else enjoys what you've cooked for them as well. Unfortunately the damn man was insatiable. Although more and more Akihito was able to keep up with him, he really wasn't too sure what to make of that and wasn't too keen to put too much thought into it.

He finally arrived at the newspaper and quickly made his way inside to his editor. He was hoping the man might have received a tip off or two about Ichikawa Kinmochi. The photos he had taken previously had not gone to print in the end, no surprises there really, but he was still hoping to be able to get enough to give to the police to take the slime ball down permanently. Yamamoto, his editor, knew about his desire to actually permanently take criminals off the streets, rather than just cash in on their slip ups, and would often keep certain information aside about anyone he was actively targeting.