Perfect (One-shot)
She felt someone was watching her.
Mao was standing in front of her sink, washing the dishes that they used. It was always this way. He would cook dinner and she does the dishes. She tried to cook dinner once. She made soymilk risotto with tomatoes and was very proud of her new found cooking abilities. But when he took a spoonful of the risotto in his mouth, he closed his eyes and tried to smile. He looked like he ate a sour orange. “Hime, I applaud you for trying to cook, but I think you should stick to doing dishes neh?” He leaned forward, and kissed her forehead. Since then, when he sees her holding a spatula or chopping some vegetables, he would immediately take over and insist to cook.
She turned around to confirm her hunch. But he was seated on the couch, facing the television and lazily changing the channels. He grabbed the pillow on the other side of the couch and hugged it. Mao continued to wash the dishes while humming Love so Sweet. She would sway her hips from left to right and tap her feet with the rhythm of the song. In the corner of her eye, she saw him watching her, with a smirk on his lips. She quickly turned around catch him, but she saw him leaning on the couch with his eyes closed.
“My poor Ouji. He must be tired with constant T.V guestings and concert rehearsals” She murmured and continued her chore.
Jun slowly opened his eyes. The coast is clear. He leaned forward and stared at her behind. He could see her hour glass figure. "God, she is sexy!" Her dark washed skinny jeans helped accentuate her figure.
She felt like she was being watched, again. She knows he was watching her, but she needs to catch him. She pretended to wipe one of the pans that she just washed. She lifted it up, just enough to see his reflection. She was right. He was watching her all along… But the direction of his eyes were not on her head, nor her back, it was on her butt. He could see him massage his chin and tilting his head, like he was meticulously inspecting an artwork.
She turned to him, he was still looking at her butt, smiling. “This guy is having hentai thoughts again.” Mao knitted her eyebrows and placed her hands on her hips.
He was still in his own little world that he didn’t notice that his girlfriend was staring at her. She threw the towel that she used to wipe the pan that broke his revere.
“What is that for?” Jun complained while removing the damp towel from his face.
She marched forward. “Hentai! Why are you looking at my butt?” She said frankly and clearly upset.
“Eh, ano…. The boys were talking about what attracts you the most, is it the breast or butt?” He tilted his head to look at her but Mao shifted his head to face her.
“And?”
“I said I prefer the butt than breast.” He smiled loving at her. “Me and Nino have the same taste, we prefer girls with nice butts than big breast.”
Mao unconsciously looked at her chest. “I think they’re just right.”
"No they're flat! If you'll wear a fitted shirt and tie you hair up, people will will think that you are boy!" He teased. She raised her eyebrow and hit her on the shoulder. She was about to leave him but his reflexes were quick to grab her hand.
“For others, men like women with big breast, it makes them excited. But I prefer a nice round butt. It brings out the woman’s curves.” He pulled her to let her sit on his lap.
“So, what do you think about my butt?"” She bowed her head and played with her fingers. He tucked they stray hair from her face to her ears. He gently pulled her chin to face her.
“It’s perfect. But that doesn’t matter right?” He pulled her closer and hugged her.
He whispered in her ear and said: “You may not be a C or D cup, the perfect hour glass figure, or the prettiest face. In my eyes, you are the most beautiful creature that I have ever seen and it will always be.”
Tears fell from her eyes. Those words were magnificent. She hugged him tighter, “Arigato.”
He let go of the hug and looked at her. He gently wiped away her tears. He just chuckled at the vision in front of him. “You look ugly when you cry.” He teased.
“Will you still love me if I am ugly, fat and with wrinkles in my face?”
“Of course! I will never get tired of that face. You are still Mao-chan that I fell in love with 4 years ago.”
As if his words were her cue, she moved closer and captured his lips with hers. Her arms automatically wrapped her arms and his hands traveled to her back.
They let go because they need to breathe. “I think we’ll be more comfortable on the bed.” He said while his hands travelled under her shirt. She just nodded in agreement while unbuttoning his shirt.
He carried her to the bedroom, leaving traces of clothing behind... The dirty dishes and the television was forgotten. Physical examination is more interesting right?