bakerstreet | The Newlyweds Meme

Orihime didn't usually bother with make-up, but...maybe a little flavored lip gloss couldn't hurt, she decided. Just as she'd finished applying the coconut cream gloss, she heard his voice, and immediately perked up. She didn't bother trying to look elegant, forgetting herself as she raced for the stairs.

There, she stopped, rocking back in surprise. Those flowers were beautiful. And Marlon, wow! She'd never seen him wear Eastern style clothing before! Her cheeks turned pink as she stared openly, then grinned. "Wow, you look so handsome!" she complimented, clapping her palms together. She took the stairs a little slower, not wanting to trip over the long hem of her yukata.

Once her feet were solidly planted on the lower floor, however, she ran for him. Her arms wound around his neck as she greeted him cheerfully with a warm kiss. It had only been a few short hours, but she'd missed him, and she was really looking forward to their date.

Marlon sets the gifts down on the table beside him and throws his arms fully around her, lifting her gently off the ground as he kisses her back. Already the light floral scent of he hair, the sweetened taste of her lips, and the warmth of her pressed up against him sends a rush of excitement through him. The same he's always felt when she's close by.

Lingering on the kiss for a while, he slowly pulls back and smiles softly at her before planting another kiss on her cheek. "God damn you look beautiful!" he says "How do you do it?" He laughs for a moment at her reaction gently setting her back down "I'll settle for where you got that dazzling kimono."

Excitedly he picks up the gifts again "These are for you, darling...Happy Hanami!" He's always enjoyed giving her gifts because she's always received them with the same thrill, as if amazed that anyone would go out of their way to give her something. And now as he watches her take the hand-decorated box containing the necklace, he hopes for the brightest response she's ever given.

She laughs gaily as he hoists her off of the ground, her feet kicked back, before he sets her down again. The kisses are slow to stop, but she keeps holding onto him once they do. "You really like it? It's the same one from last year, ha ha!" Old habits were hard to break, and buying a new yukata when the old one fit just fine was unthinkable. It isn't like she gets to wear it that often.

Orihime's attention turns to the box as he holds it out to her. Oh? What's this? She grins up at him, curiosity reflected on her face, as she lets go of his neck to take the box and crack open the lid.

At first she's startled, then awed. "Oh wow... Marlon, it's so pretty!" Where did he find something so beautiful? And it's handmade? She can't even tell, it looks so expertly crafted. She cradles the pendant lovingly in her palm, the slim chain dangling between her fingers.

Her expression warm, she kisses him soundly for another few seconds before turning her back to him and lifting her hair. "Can I wear it now?"

"Please!" he says grinning as he moves up behind her "I'd be honored." Taking the chain from her fingers, he can't resist pressing his lips against the back of her neck before wrapping the chain around her neck, adjusting the pendant to just the right height and clasping the chain. From behind her, he can see the bright silver blossoms and blue stone resting against her pale skin, and he can't help but wrap his arms around her waist from behind.

"Beautiful..." he murmurs softly into her ear before kissing along the side of her neck.

Orihime smiles, closing her eyes at the first brush of his lips against the nape of her neck. The chain is fastened, and she starts to let her hair tumble back down in favor of lifting the pendant to admire it. Marlon has excellent taste, there's no doubt about it.

She laughs as he hugs her, leaning back into his chest with her arms folded over his. A flush of warm emotions run through her at the feel of his breath on her ear, his mouth nuzzling her neck once more. "Hee...!" she grins, heart beating faster as she holds his arms tighter. "Isn't this how we almost got into trouble this morning...?"

Except there aren't any obligations repressing them now, and she's perfectly happy letting him kiss her neck as long as he likes.

As if to pick up where they left off, his hands move slowly along with hers up the front of her body toward her chest. His lips move up along her jaw line.

"Hmmm...yes it is." he laughs softly against her cheek "And we can still get into a lot of trouble right now..." he grins, kissing her cheek for emphasis "If we stay like this much longer, the night will pass us right by before we know it."

One hand breaks free of hers, reaching up to caress her face. He gently tilts her chin toward his so he can give her another deep, passionate kiss. They'd loved teasing each other like this ever since the first day of their romance. Marlon didn't know how she did it, but he knew that every time he touched her, kissed her, or made love to her, it was like being swept away from reality if just for a moment. An escape from the world into pure, fantastic bliss.

Orihime's smile widens, her cheeks growing flushed as his hands stray a little closer to the generous swell of her chest. She holds to his forearms a little tighter, her breath catching in her throat in quiet anticipation. "Th-that's true..." But however they choose to spend their time, indoors or out, she knows it won't be time wasted, and there won't be any regrets.

Her eyes meet his for one tender moment as he tips her head back. Then her lashes fall, eyes closed, as she returns his kiss just as deeply. Her hand lifts to cup the other side of his face as she loses herself in his scent and his warmth. Everything he does, the way he holds her, the way he speaks to her, makes her feel loved and cherished. Gone are the days of her insecurity, and pitiful self worth. He loves her, and that's all she needs. It's enough.

"Mmm...I missed you," she murmurs, eyes still closed as she nuzzles his cheek, and steals another kiss.

"I missed you too" he whispers back to her, nibbling softly at her lower lip. "It's just not a holiday without you...especially not one about taking in the most beautiful things in all of Japan..." He steals another quick kiss. His eyes meet hers once again, and for a moment, he feels an overwhelming urge to carry her back up the stairs and into the bedroom.

But he forces himself to be mindful...she's worked hard all day and prepared hard all evening for the occasion. She'd still want to celebrate with him, and surely if she saw how beautiful the night was she'd love it even more.

"So," he says as he carefully releases her from his grip, allowing her to face him and taking her hands in his "How did you hold up today? The last time I saw you, I had to push my way through to bring you your lunch! You took on the whole village by yourself?"

It's tempting for her, too. If she kissed him hard enough, held him tight, then maybe...

No no, that can come later. If he can show restraint, she can too. She squeezes his hands lovingly, focusing instead on how nice it will be to walk side by side in the fragrant evening air.

"I managed to sell a lot!" she laughs, pleased with her work. "And I made you a plate of sweets, I think you'll like it. Are you hungry?" She looks toward the kitchen. "You can eat some before we go, if you like. Or wait until we get back. There's lots, I think you'll be satisfied!"

Home-baked sweets! He could never refuse. "Orihime, darling" he purrs "You are truly a woman after my heart...again." However suspicious he might have been about her experimental cooking, her baking was beyond compare. Such wonderful cakes, pastries, and a wealth of local sweets...he didn't even know he liked sweet bean paste until she came along!

"I'm starving. Can't wait to try your sweets, but only on two conditions: One, that you join me..." he grins and kisses her hand "And two: that we do it in style" he says picking up the flower arrangement with his free hand.

Sweet bean paste is crazy-addictive. She's glad he likes it, since she uses it so often in her baked goods. She beams, pleased that he seems eager to try her goods, and leads him joyfully by the hand into the kitchen. She might have once wondered what she could possibly give a movie star, and now she knows: lots, and lots of cake. "Agreed!"

She wasn't going to eat anything that didn't have a double, though, since she wanted to give him the opportunity to try a little of everything. That was what she would have wanted, in his position.

Orihime guides him to a barstool at the counter, urging him to sit before she rushes off to get the platter of sweets along with a glass of cold milk to chase the pastries down. Once everything's set the way she likes it, she hoists herself onto the barstool beside his, sitting shoulder to shoulder with him. "So tell me how the festival went so far!" she beams, cupping her face in her hands. "Did you see anything interesting?"

"Well I saw this family of 12, and they had this big blanket spread out under them and a big pot hanging over an open fire. One of the younger ones said they'd been camped out under the tree for four days waiting for it to blossom....And this was for looking at flowers! It's not something you'd see in America unless they were tailgating for a football game!"

Marlon smiles at her, breaking his gaze only to look down at the tempting and colorful pile of cake rolls, rice balls, and other sweets. "Man...I don't even know where to start, Orihime! It all looks so good!" His hand hovers over the plate. "Where would you start if you were me?" he asks. Aha! He settles on what looks like a strawberry wrapped in chocolate and mochi and sliced in half.

He picks it up and slowly pops it into his mouth. "Mmm!" so juicy, so smooth, and so sweet. After a day wandering around in the sun, it's the greatest thing he could possibly taste. His eyes close as he continues to savor the taste "God DAMN it that's good." He mumbles.

Orihime laughs. "I guess some of us take traditions very seriously!" She usually doesn't, but if it's for a good cause, she's just as likely to go all out for something she's excited about.

But it's the size of the family that has her gazing thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Ten kids...! I wonder how many we'll have?" Probably not ten, but who knows? It might be fun to have a big family, all watching out for each other. Expensive, but with his salary, it's affordable.

Her smile returns when he starts to dig in, and she watches him eat with relish. It's a good feeling to see other people enjoy her creations, especially when she values his opinion so highly. "I made sure to use the best ingredients, instead of the cheapest. I think it's worth the extra cost, ne?"

"I dunno! You tell me!" Marlon grins as he takes the other half of the pastry off the plate and raises it to Orihime's lips. Somehow it didn't feel quite as smooth or seductive when he fed her her own cooking, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Honestly honey, you speak like a master chef!" he says as his now free hand caresses Orihime's cheek. "And from where I'm sitting, that extra cost doesn't seem to be hurting your business much, does it!"

"Of course," he adds turning his attention back to his plate "even the best ingredients aren't worth much unless a certain beautiful, creative mind knows how to put them together just right! Speaking of..." his eyes fall onto a pink rice ball wrapped in a large leaf. "What's this one?"

Orihime laughs, oddly liking the idea of a herd of mini-Marlons running crazy around the house. Life would sure be lively! Maybe they should start trying for a child. But that could wait until later tonight, she thought, once they were ready to settle in for the evening. She grins, carefully taking the treat in her teeth and enjoying the flavors. Naturally, she likes her own cooking. Always has.

She leans into his touch with a happy smile, pleased at how much he enjoys the exploration of sweets. "Ah ha ha, you're flattering me too much!" she beams. "And that's the sakura mochi I mentioned earlier. I think you'll enjoy it!"

Ah! So this is the one she'd been waiting for him to try all day! He nearly pops the whole thing into his mouth...It's a nice, chewy texture, a sweet and sour flavor right off the bat, and...oh! Bean paste. He'd know the taste anywhere by now.

"Mmmm! This is TOO good! You've outdone yourself, babe!" He beams at her. She spoils him rotten. How did he manage to find himself a woman who not only dotes on him so sweetly, so passionately, but who also can knock him off his feet with every treat she makes him? Of course, he has his own ways of showing his appreciation.

He turns his bar stool sideways to face her. "Come here," he says as he takes her hand and pulls her forward and guides her onto his lap. Grinning playfully at her, he reaches up to brush a strand of hair out of her face.

"Have a taste," he whispers softly. Then he sweeps her up into another kiss. His arms wrap fully around her, his fingers raking through her hair

She tries to sit as lightly as she can on his legs, fretting over her weight. But the moment he brushes back her hair, all of her attention is fully fixed on his face and she goes still. He captivates her.

Then she loses herself completely. Marlon has to be the best kisser the world has ever known. He pours so much passion into the gesture, not only in the way his mouth meets hers, but the very way he holds her, and speaks to her before the connection is made. Her heart thunders in her breast as his strong arms encircle her, fingers sifting through her hair in that way he does, sending tingles through her scalp and down her spine.

Orihime leans against him, cradling his face with her hands as her lips meld tenderly into the shape of his own. She can taste the lingering sweetness of the desserts, even the slight tang of the strawberry he ate earlier.

She should make dessert trays more often, if this is going to be the result!

And it didn't always require special trays of sweets or beautiful holiday dresses. It could happen at any time and place. Their eyes would meet from across the kitchen, or their shoulders would brush against each other in the laundry room, or he'd feel her hand rest timidly against his under the shade of a tree, and in a split second, they'd fly into each other's arms, their kisses consuming each other with raw passion as their bodies wound around each other. This was exactly how their affair had started, and even now it hadn't died down in the slightest bit.

A soft, low moan escapes his throat as his lips coax hers apart, his tongue playing over hers as he deepens the kiss. His fingers tangle more deeply into her hair as his nails gently rake along her scalp. His other palm, squeezes her lower back as he presses her more tightly up against him. No matter how much restrain he'd shown her today, she knew how to bring out the wildness inside him.

She hoped that passion never went away. Orihime was already positive she wouldn't ever grow weary of the way he could surprise her so deftly, and so sensually, with the simplest gestures and sounds.

Such as the muffled moan he made as he deepened their kiss that sent goosebumps flaring up her arms. She arches with a faint sound of her own, enthralled by the way his hand feels in her hair. She's absolute putty in his arms every time he toys with her chestnut locks, and would follow him anywhere, allow everything in the world to fall apart even, so long as he keeps stroking her hair.

She brushes her thumbs over his jaw, feeling the faint touch of stubble in spite of the morning's shave. Orihime tilts her head slightly to improve the angle of their kiss, soaking in the warmth of his strong chest pressed against her curves.

It's the way she touches his face, the way she leans into the kiss, and the way she presses her body up against him that gives him the sudden urge to tear her yukata off (if such a feat were possible) and take her over the counter. For all his civility, Marlon has an animal inside him, and few things could threaten to unleash that beast quite like the ways she touched him.

Just barely restraining himself from that, Marlon gently tugs at her hair, tilting her head back so he can kiss under her chin. His lips trail to the bottom of her neck, just above where her kimono folds across her chest.

Finally he pulls back, breathing heavily as he stares back at her with the heat of their embrace still in his eyes. His body still tense and tingling with want of hers. "So..." he pants softly "What do you recommend next?"

What should he try from the plate? Where should they go next? What should they do now? He's sure she can understand the meaning in his voice, the way he's staring at her, and the way his fingers tangle lovingly through the long strands of her hair.

If only she were privy to half of the fantasies in his head... That one in particular would have rendered her weak in the knees, and she's already halfway to swooning as it stands. This is particularly true when he starts kissing her neck again. Her breath hitches in her throat, her toes curling as he gently tips back her head to expose her slim, pale column. The lower he goes, the more anticipation she feels until it's almost overwhelming.

It's almost disappointing when he stops, especially when his breathing is heavy with desire.

She looks up at him hazily through her lashes, unsure if she can can work herself down a third time this day. She studies his face, brushing his brow with shaking fingers, then his cheek. She knows he wanted to go out with her, it was the reason why they'd stopped themselves before. But if his needs have changed, she doesn't want to be the one to deny him.

Orihime smiles. "Well...we did dress up, but..." Her fingers brush down the side of his neck, to the notch of his collarbone where her hand rests gently. "But you know I'll always choose you in any situation."

He smiles silently back at her for a moment. Even in the heat of the moment, it amazes him to hear her talk like this. "I'll choose you", "what you want". She's so giving, so willing, so attentive to his every need. For a moment, he's tempted to ask her to tell him what she wants. To make him feel like he's putting himself on the line for her.

But then he feels the way she trembles against him, the tension in her hands as she caresses his shoulder, the way she breathes hard and heavy and stares at him with eagerness, with longing...

"Alright," he murmurs softly "In that case...we gotta keep these dress clothes clean and safe for the rest of the festival...before anything happens to 'em." His smile begins to widen...already convincing himself there's a way around this. Sure...they could do this tomorrow. The festival would be going on for a while. Why not spend the whole evening out together? But tonight...it's what she wants. It's what he wants...he wants her.

"I'll tell you what," he says pointing a playful finger at the tip of her nose "I'll give you a few minutes head start while I finish another one or two of these treats and wash them down. Then I'll come up...I'm probably gonna need your help getting out of these clothes..." He kisses her softly and plants another one on the side of her cheek before resting his forehead against hers. "Okay?"

Orihime's eyes light up at his plan. All of that makes sense to her, and she's perfectly agreeable. And who knows? They might have energy left to get dressed again and head out. ...But that's never been the case in the past, since they're both very thorough when it comes to satisfying the other.

"Okay," she agrees, smiling brightly. She kisses the corner of his mouth. "But I think I'm going to keep the necklace on." She grins, stealing one more kiss before she slides off of his lap and hurries for the stairs. Once there, she smiles back at him over her shoulder, then hustles up and out of sight.

He's giving her a head start so she can undress and be ready to welcome him, she thinks to herself. It's a little old-fashioned, undressing her husband for bed...but she secretly loves the idea. Once she's in their bedroom, she looks around at the small mess she made getting ready. Well that won't do! It won't take too long to tidy up, so she hangs up the garments she tried and discarded, boxes up her toiletries, and arranges the bed so that it's neatly made.

Best to take her hair down too, she thinks, unfastening the clip and putting that away.

She's so fastidious in making the room perfect that she loses track of time. When she hears Marlon's footsteps, she's only gotten as far as taking off her obi, the yukata slipping over her shoulders and halfway down her arms. She turns to face him, holding up the robe with her hand, and smiles softly.

"Sorry. I'm almost finished."

He smiles back. In the soft light of the room and the dim glow of the moon and lantern light streaming through the window, she looks so lovely, so like a dream or a fantasy. Every night he spends with her, feels as exotic and romantic as their wedding night and as new and dangerous as their first time.

He slowly steps forward to brush a hair through her long and flowing hair. "Oh...I'm so sorry to interrupt. I can always wait outside...Of course," he adds as his hands trail down her shoulders, slowly pushing her robe down to her hands "If there's anything I can do to help, please..." with a gentle tug, the robe drops from her hands and onto the floor

"...let me know."

How does he always manage to do that to her? She leans into his touch as his hand graces her hair, and it isn't long before her heart is in her throat when her robes falls, further and further, until it pools in a soft rustle at her feet.

She's bare from head to toe, save where a few wavy locks fall over her breasts and spill down her back. The pendant hangs glinting from her throat, the only ornament still remaining as she turns to face her young husband.

"Thank you," she whispers, smiling, as she stands on her toes to kiss his cheek. Her lips linger as her hands slide down his chest, slowly, seeking out the knot of his obi. Her hands tug gently at the wide strip of fabric, pulling him a little closer as she works. Once the obi is undone, she lets it trail to the floor to join her own yukata.

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