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Kosaburou opened one eye and smiled as he heard Nanako's nonsensical chatter accompany Yamato's shushing outside the bedroom door. The doorknob turned, and he quickly shut his eye and pretended to be sleeping as they tried to tiptoe into the room.
"Happy Birthday, Kosa!" Yamato flipped the lights on.
"Hah-na mah-ne!" Nanako put a small cake on top of his chest.
"Thank you, Nanako," He looked at it and then tossed Yamato an inquisitive glance. "Fish?"
"It was supposed to be a magikarp." Yamato scratched her head. "Actually, it was the smallest cake pan they had and Nanako really liked it."
Nanako pressed a fork into his hand. "Mmmmm." She nodded solemnly to him. "Mmmm."
He took a bite and mimicked her. "Mmm." He forked off another bite and stuck it in Nanako's mouth. "Tastes yummy, doesn't it, Nanako?"
Yamato kissed him on the forehead and bundled Nanako into her jacket. "We're going to the lab. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Huh?"
"Professor Nanba is... Nanako-sitting for us today." Yamato winked at him. "I told him we needed some alone time today, and he volunteered. He's going to teach her how to read the computers."
"Why do we need alone time?" Kosaburou grinned, taking another bite of cake.
"I don't want Nanako around when you unwrap your present." She threw the end of her white scarf around her neck. "Don't get too excited while I'm gone."
Kosaburou finished his fish-shaped cake and washed his plate while he waited for Yamato to get back. True to her word, she blew through the front door a few moments later, her pale cheeks glowing faintly pink from the long walk through the wind.
"Ready for your present?" She hung her coat and scarf on their hooks by the door. He was immediately up and off the couch.
"More than ready." He ripped her jacket off of her, kissing her voraciously and grabbing at her through her shirt. "How long has it been?"
"It had been about a month the day before we got Nanako." She answered between kisses. "So maybe three months."
He pulled off her shirt and kissed down her neck, leaving a love mark just behind her collarbone. "I hope I get some sort of reward for waiting so long."
Yamato pulled his undershirt off and sank to her knees, leaving a trail of wet kisses down his chest and stomach as she did. She pulled his pajama bottoms out of the way, rubbing the back of his shaking thighs.
The instant her lips touched him, his "friend" kicked off the control Kosaburou had been exercising over him. He groaned both his pleasure and warning to Yamato, holding her head there so the mess didn't spill on the living room floor.
When he released her, she gasped for breath and stood up. "That was only supposed to warm you up." She teased, playing with his nipples.
"Sorry. I haven't done anything on my own in a while." He unsnapped her bra. "Give me five minutes and I'll be ready to go again."
"In the meantime, I have another present for you." Yamato resnapped her bra and disappeared into the bedroom. Kosaburou followed her. She pulled open her sock drawer.
"Leather cuffs?"
Yamato started to strap the leather cuffs onto his wrists, but he pulled away and snatched the cuffs off his arm. "I'm not the one who's going to wear these." He held her tiny wrists and used them to pull her close to him. He was almost ready to go again, but not quite. He unsnapped her bra and took it off of her this time, then latched the soft cuffs around her wrists and hooked them together.
"Oh no, I've been caught by enemy forces," Yamato somehow unbuttoned her jeans and looped her arms over his head. "You'd better do a full strip search, because you never know where I might be hiding a knife to get free."
"Mmm." He readily obliged, taking her jeans off before carrying her to the bed. "This is a good birthday present, Agent Yamato. We should do it more often than quarterly."
"Let's make up for lost time," She murmured into his ear. "I'm thinking about escaping, Agent Kosaburou. You'd better do something to show me who's in charge here."
"Of course." He held her hands over her head by the cuff-connector and kissed her deeply. "I enjoy you too much for you to escape. I would hate to have to get rough with you, but if you try to run away..."
Yamato ground her lower half against him subtly. "mmm, no, don't want that." She kissed him, biting his lower lip with both of hers.
Three hours later, Yamato and Kosaburou greeted Dr. Nanba (and Nanako, who was running a computer of her own) with rosy flushes in their cheeks, even though the wind had long since subsided outside.
Kosaburou opened one eye and smiled as he heard Nanako's nonsensical chatter accompany Yamato's shushing outside the bedroom door. The doorknob turned, and he quickly shut his eye and pretended to be sleeping as they tried to tiptoe into the room.
"Happy Birthday, Kosa!" Yamato flipped the lights on.
"Hah-na mah-ne!" Nanako put a small cake on top of his chest.
"Thank you, Nanako," He looked at it and then tossed Yamato an inquisitive glance. "Fish?"
"It was supposed to be a magikarp." Yamato scratched her head. "Actually, it was the smallest cake pan they had and Nanako really liked it."
Nanako pressed a fork into his hand. "Mmmmm." She nodded solemnly to him. "Mmmm."
He took a bite and mimicked her. "Mmm." He forked off another bite and stuck it in Nanako's mouth. "Tastes yummy, doesn't it, Nanako?"
Yamato kissed him on the forehead and bundled Nanako into her jacket. "We're going to the lab. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Huh?"
"Professor Nanba is... Nanako-sitting for us today." Yamato winked at him. "I told him we needed some alone time today, and he volunteered. He's going to teach her how to read the computers."
"Why do we need alone time?" Kosaburou grinned, taking another bite of cake.
"I don't want Nanako around when you unwrap your present." She threw the end of her white scarf around her neck. "Don't get too excited while I'm gone."
Kosaburou finished his fish-shaped cake and washed his plate while he waited for Yamato to get back. True to her word, she blew through the front door a few moments later, her pale cheeks glowing faintly pink from the long walk through the wind.
"Ready for your present?" She hung her coat and scarf on their hooks by the door. He was immediately up and off the couch.
"More than ready." He ripped her jacket off of her, kissing her voraciously and grabbing at her through her shirt. "How long has it been?"
"It had been about a month the day before we got Nanako." She answered between kisses. "So maybe three months."
He pulled off her shirt and kissed down her neck, leaving a love mark just behind her collarbone. "I hope I get some sort of reward for waiting so long."
Yamato pulled his undershirt off and sank to her knees, leaving a trail of wet kisses down his chest and stomach as she did. She pulled his pajama bottoms out of the way, rubbing the back of his shaking thighs.
The instant her lips touched him, his "friend" kicked off the control Kosaburou had been exercising over him. He groaned both his pleasure and warning to Yamato, holding her head there so the mess didn't spill on the living room floor.
When he released her, she gasped for breath and stood up. "That was only supposed to warm you up." She teased, playing with his nipples.
"Sorry. I haven't done anything on my own in a while." He unsnapped her bra. "Give me five minutes and I'll be ready to go again."
"In the meantime, I have another present for you." Yamato resnapped her bra and disappeared into the bedroom. Kosaburou followed her. She pulled open her sock drawer.
"Leather cuffs?"
Yamato started to strap the leather cuffs onto his wrists, but he pulled away and snatched the cuffs off his arm. "I'm not the one who's going to wear these." He held her tiny wrists and used them to pull her close to him. He was almost ready to go again, but not quite. He unsnapped her bra and took it off of her this time, then latched the soft cuffs around her wrists and hooked them together.
"Oh no, I've been caught by enemy forces," Yamato somehow unbuttoned her jeans and looped her arms over his head. "You'd better do a full strip search, because you never know where I might be hiding a knife to get free."
"Mmm." He readily obliged, taking her jeans off before carrying her to the bed. "This is a good birthday present, Agent Yamato. We should do it more often than quarterly."
"Let's make up for lost time," She murmured into his ear. "I'm thinking about escaping, Agent Kosaburou. You'd better do something to show me who's in charge here."
"Of course." He held her hands over her head by the cuff-connector and kissed her deeply. "I enjoy you too much for you to escape. I would hate to have to get rough with you, but if you try to run away..."
Yamato ground her lower half against him subtly. "mmm, no, don't want that." She kissed him, biting his lower lip with both of hers.
Three hours later, Yamato and Kosaburou greeted Dr. Nanba (and Nanako, who was running a computer of her own) with rosy flushes in their cheeks, even though the wind had long since subsided outside.