Color Me Bright Red (Eyeshield 21, HirumaMamori, #19 Red)
Theme 19: Red
Hiruma x Mamori
“Hey, damn wife, why are the sheets bright red?” Hiruma asked, turning to Mamori as the two stood in their hotel room on their wedding night.
They had been married only hours before after years of going together, and Mamori was still reliving the beautiful moments of their marriage ceremony. Sena had been one of the Groom’s Men, as had Kurita and Monta. All of their friends had come to the wedding, and, in context of Hiruma, that was very few. The groom’s side of the pews had been quite empty.
But Mamori hadn’t minded. She had never liked big weddings, and she had always wanted her own to be simple and romantic. Simple and romantic…
“Mamori! I’m talking to you, damn it!” Hiruma snapped. Mamori turned around to see her newly-wed husband standing in front of her in his black silk robe.
“Umm…yes?” she asked, smiling and holding his waist. He held hers with one hand and pointed to the sheets.
“Why the hell are they bright red? Seems a little kinky for you,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes.
“Uhh…w-well…” Mamori stuttered, blushing as red as the sheets. “I-I just thought that red is the color of…of,” she looked away, blushing even harder, “passion.”
Hiruma grinned and held his wife’s waist with his other hand as well. “Passion? You are kinky tonight! It’s not like this is the first time we’ve done it.”
“But tonight is special!” she told him, tightening the sash on her white robe. “It should be about…well…love and passion…not just sex.”
“It was never just about sex,” Hiruma muttered and Mamori looked up to catch her husband’s eyes, but found him looking away at the wall. “You know that, damn it. Don’t be damn stupid.” Mamori smiled and lifted herself up on her toes to kiss his husband very quickly before running into the bathroom.
“I’ll be right out!” she assured him. “I want to take a quick shower!”
“Don’t get your damn hair wet,” he called to her. “I don’t like it wet.”
“I won’t!” she assured him, calling through the door. Hiruma sighed and sat down at the base of the door.
“Don’t take more then five minutes. I’m waiting out here, damn it!” he snapped.
“I’ll be right out!” Mamori assured him.
“After all, we need to get your ‘passion’ fest on, don’t we?” Hiruma joked, grinning from ear to ear.
“Sh-shut up!”
“I don’t know,” Hiruma teased. “You might be too fat to do it after all that cake you ate today!”
“Enough!” Mamori snapped, opening the door and sticking her head to reprimand her husband. “Don’t be so mean.”
Hiruma just smiled to himself as Mamori slipped back into the bathroom and started the shower. The small “splish-splat” of the water occupied the silence between the two as Hiruma looked straight at the wall, drumming his fingers on his knee.
“Hurry up, damn it.”
***
“I like the red,” Hiruma commented, stroking Mamori’s hair, his usual grin on his face. “It gets me damn worked up.”
Mamori snuggled closer to Hiruma, putting her arms around his back and lacing her fingers together. “I’m glad…”
“What about you?” Hiruma asked Mamori, and she looked up at him. “Does it get you as ‘passionate’ as you wanted?”
“Heh, it wasn’t the sheets,” Mamori laughed, moving her head up to level with her husband’s.
“Oh?” Hiruma asked, a teasing smile on his face. “Then what was it?”
“Well…let’s just Hiruma,” Mamori breathed into Hiruma’s ear, “that right now, you’re completely red.”
Hiruma x Mamori
“Hey, damn wife, why are the sheets bright red?” Hiruma asked, turning to Mamori as the two stood in their hotel room on their wedding night.
They had been married only hours before after years of going together, and Mamori was still reliving the beautiful moments of their marriage ceremony. Sena had been one of the Groom’s Men, as had Kurita and Monta. All of their friends had come to the wedding, and, in context of Hiruma, that was very few. The groom’s side of the pews had been quite empty.
But Mamori hadn’t minded. She had never liked big weddings, and she had always wanted her own to be simple and romantic. Simple and romantic…
“Mamori! I’m talking to you, damn it!” Hiruma snapped. Mamori turned around to see her newly-wed husband standing in front of her in his black silk robe.
“Umm…yes?” she asked, smiling and holding his waist. He held hers with one hand and pointed to the sheets.
“Why the hell are they bright red? Seems a little kinky for you,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes.
“Uhh…w-well…” Mamori stuttered, blushing as red as the sheets. “I-I just thought that red is the color of…of,” she looked away, blushing even harder, “passion.”
Hiruma grinned and held his wife’s waist with his other hand as well. “Passion? You are kinky tonight! It’s not like this is the first time we’ve done it.”
“But tonight is special!” she told him, tightening the sash on her white robe. “It should be about…well…love and passion…not just sex.”
“It was never just about sex,” Hiruma muttered and Mamori looked up to catch her husband’s eyes, but found him looking away at the wall. “You know that, damn it. Don’t be damn stupid.” Mamori smiled and lifted herself up on her toes to kiss his husband very quickly before running into the bathroom.
“I’ll be right out!” she assured him. “I want to take a quick shower!”
“Don’t get your damn hair wet,” he called to her. “I don’t like it wet.”
“I won’t!” she assured him, calling through the door. Hiruma sighed and sat down at the base of the door.
“Don’t take more then five minutes. I’m waiting out here, damn it!” he snapped.
“I’ll be right out!” Mamori assured him.
“After all, we need to get your ‘passion’ fest on, don’t we?” Hiruma joked, grinning from ear to ear.
“Sh-shut up!”
“I don’t know,” Hiruma teased. “You might be too fat to do it after all that cake you ate today!”
“Enough!” Mamori snapped, opening the door and sticking her head to reprimand her husband. “Don’t be so mean.”
Hiruma just smiled to himself as Mamori slipped back into the bathroom and started the shower. The small “splish-splat” of the water occupied the silence between the two as Hiruma looked straight at the wall, drumming his fingers on his knee.
“Hurry up, damn it.”
***
“I like the red,” Hiruma commented, stroking Mamori’s hair, his usual grin on his face. “It gets me damn worked up.”
Mamori snuggled closer to Hiruma, putting her arms around his back and lacing her fingers together. “I’m glad…”
“What about you?” Hiruma asked Mamori, and she looked up at him. “Does it get you as ‘passionate’ as you wanted?”
“Heh, it wasn’t the sheets,” Mamori laughed, moving her head up to level with her husband’s.
“Oh?” Hiruma asked, a teasing smile on his face. “Then what was it?”
“Well…let’s just Hiruma,” Mamori breathed into Hiruma’s ear, “that right now, you’re completely red.”