When a Healer Loves a Killer

Chapter 44

I had heard the alarm, but didn't fully wake up until Juuzou had stirred and turned it off. Uncomfortable from the sudden chill I felt, I opened my eyes and saw Juuzou sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Five more minutes?" I whined.

He let out a breath of amusement. "Do you know how important this mission is?"

"Oh absolutely. That's why I want to enjoy my last few minutes of bliss with the one I love more than anything."

Juuzou giggled and reached over to the alarm, setting a timer for five minutes before flopping back to the bed. I was still wearing his shirt with no pants, and he was only wearing boxers. In my opinion, those are the perfect outfits for morning snuggles.

I climbed on top of him and straddled his hips, admiring him for a moment before bending over him and resting my head on his chest. "You know, no matter what happens today, I love you. Right?"

Juuzou sighed and ran his fingers through my hair. "Neither of us are going to die, (y/n). But in case you were wondering, I love you more than life itself."

I snuggled deeper into his chest, inhaling his scent and trying to lock it into my memory. For some reason I had a bad feeling about the mission, but I wasn't worried for myself, I was worried for Juuzou.

It seemed odd, because technically speaking I was going to be put in much more danger than he was. Even so, maybe being so deeply in love made me worry about him more than a regular person.

I kissed his chest a few times before working my way up to his neck, sloppily loving the skin of the boy I called mine. I bit at his neck, making him whimper. I licked and sucked and then kissed it some more, wanting to crawl inside of Juuzou and never have to come out.

Juuzou must've understood what I was feeling, because he said nothing but wore a soft smile on his face, gripping onto my hair before running his hands under my shirt and over my curves. Eventually I brought my lips to his and connected us, entangling my tongue with his and moaning into him. He gripped onto my waist and pulled me as close to him as I could possibly get. He began to whimper into me, pushing his hands onto either side of my underwear, slowly beginning to push them down.

I smiled into the kiss but pulled away, stopping him from going any further. "Juuzou, you know we can't."

"... Party pooper."

I laughed into his mouth as he connected us once again.

-beep beep beep-

Goddamned alarm. At least we got a few more moments of bliss.

. . .

Juuzou was putting on a bulletproof vest while I was putting on a black and skimpy dress. My hair was being done by Akira, who had come to the house to give me my uniform and escort both Juuzou and I to the mission's locations. I was to be delivered to a disguised investigator who looked like one of the ghouls working there. He would bring me to the place I needed to be, which was apparently some sort of holding area that led to a stage where people would buy me.

Yikes.

I looked quite lovely in the dress, and my long hair was quite gorgeous adorned with the braids and ribbons Akira had made. After I put on small black heels, I admired myself in the mirror. "Not bad! You're quite skilled with hair, officer Mado!" I remarked to Akira, who was standing proudly looking at her work.

Juuzou came into the bathroom and whistled at me, to which I playfully slapped him. He simply giggled and connected our lips, giving me a simple but loving kiss before we had to part ways. "Don't worry about a thing, okay (y/n)-chan? As soon as I get the signal I will come in and get you. I promise."