"Picture Perfect"
Title: Picture Perfect
Author: vampirelissy14
Series: Kamen Rider Kiva
Pairing: Jiro/Yuri
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Future AU
Summary: Quiet, simple moments in the life of Yuri and Jiro.
Picture Perfect
If a cloud nine actually existed, Yuri Aso-Fujimori was certain she was on it. Everything in her life lately just felt so perfect, and she knew that she had Jiro to thank for it. He had given her the most romantic wedding and honeymoon (in Paris, the city of love itself), and though they were both over now, she knew it would be a while before she stopped feeling like she was floating on air every second.
Not that she wanted to give up that feeling, or the man who instilled it, for anything.
What amazed Yuri most was how Jiro managed to make her feel like she had her happily ever after each day they were together. He made her feel so blissfully in love that it was silly, really, but it was also natural, and instinctive, being with him…she couldn’t imagine ever wanting to give that feeling up. It was obvious to all around them that they were crazy for one another, and they didn’t even have to be doing something spectacularly romantic in order to convey their feelings: as long as they were together, that’s what mattered.
In fact…sometimes Yuri enjoyed the quiet, simple moments a lot more.
Currently, it was a beautiful, sunshine filled day, perfect for an intimate picnic or spending time at the beach, but the Wolfen couple was far more content to remain indoors.
They were both splayed out over their bed, fully dressed, as remarkable as that was, in casual clothes, surrounded by cards and envelopes.
The handsome wolf was propped up against the pillows and headboard of their bed, while Yuri was sprawled over his middle, on her stomach, kicking her legs lazily as she used the back of a photo album as a writing surface and finished up her most recent thank- you card.
Jiro was working on his own, using his wife’s back to write on. “How many of these do we have left again?”
She looked to the side at the finally dwindling pile. “Looks like we’re finally getting close to the end.”
“Thank god,” Jiro sighed, stretching his arms over his head after finishing up the card he was working on and placing it in an envelope. “I didn’t realize we had so many people to thank.”
“You’d think because we had a small wedding…” Yuri chuckled, locking eyes with him.
Jiro just smiled and gestured for her to move so he could roll onto his stomach and be by her side, Yuri shifting over to allow him room and then they were both continuing to fill out thank-you cards, lying as close as possible, occasionally exchanging playful touches and kisses as they did.
“…Now wait, did your Aunt Minako give us the punch bowl or the toaster oven?” Jiro blinked as he read another address, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to recall the face.
“Uh…I can’t remember,” Yuri blushed slightly, before waving her hand in the air. “Just write a general “thank you for the gift” and be done with it.”
He chuckled. “I thought you wanted these to be “personal.”
“That was before I saw how many we had to do and we spent three hours working on them.”
“Good point. Let’s just focus on getting these last few done and then…it’s on to whatever else you had planned for today,” Jiro said.
“In that case,” Yuri grabbed a half-empty bottle of champagne that was sitting on the nightstand, which they’d been sharing, and took a quick sip before passing it to her husband. “We need to refuel.”
He laughed brightly, took a swig and set the bottle aside before once again, it lapsed into silence as they finished up in their task.
About a half-hour later and they were finally done, Jiro flopping back on the mattress of their bed with a relieved sigh, Yuri placing all the filled envelopes carefully on the dresser before crawling half on top of him, the two of them basking in a little bit of a break, at least for their hands.
She snuggled close in Jiro’s arms, reveling in the warmth of his body as a contented, drowsy feeling took over. She was about to close her eyes and take a quick nap when the phone rang.
Jiro actually glared at the device. “Go away…”
“Telling the phone to go away isn’t going to make it stop ringing,” Yuri muttered.
“ Remind me to kill Otoya for buying us a new one.”
“He only did that because you broke our last phone when you threw it at him.”
The phone kept ringing, and finally, because he could reach it with more ease, Jiro grabbed the receiver and spoke into it with a perturbed growl. “Whoever this is…it better be good.”
There was a long pause, as whoever was on the other end said something and Jiro’s eyebrow arched slowly.
“You are a sad, sick little man, Kurenai,” he finally mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Yuri glanced up. “Otoya?”
Her husband just nodded.
Then Otoya said something else that made Jiro sit up a little more. “Look, if she was, trust me, I’d know, you idiot!”
The Wolfen Queen blinked, before her lips set in a thin line. “Let me guess…he wants to know if I’m pregnant yet?”
Before Jiro could once again nod in response, Yuri grabbed the receiver from him and practically shouted into it: “It’s NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS OTOYA KURENAI! STOP PISSING OFF MY HUSBAND!”
Jiro just stared at her as she handed him back the phone with a satisfied smile.
On the opposite end, Otoya whimpered. “Owwww…my ears are ringing.”
“Serves you right. Now you better have a legitimate reason for calling because my wife and I were having a nice, quiet day.”
“…you mean you’re not making love every five seconds?”
“Otoya…” Jiro hung his head.
“ I was just making sure you two got my present and that it works, actually,” Otoya explained.
“…given the fact that I’m sitting here, talking with you instead of making love to Yuri, which you seem to think is all I do, I’d say yes.”
“That’s because it is all you do!”
Rolling his eyes, Jiro snorted softly. “I wish.”
“We were filling out thank you cards for three hours if you must know,” Yuri spoke close to the receiver so Otoya could hear her.
“…it’s creepy, her having that enhanced hearing now.”
“Oh you idiot, I heard that,” Yuri growled.
Looking at Yuri and seeing that her eyes were beginning to flash a bright gold due to impatience, Jiro decided it was time to end the conversation. “Well the phone works. You’ll get a card from us in the mail in a few days and now…before my wife finds a way to actually reach through the receiver and strangle you, I think I’ll hang up and get back to enjoying my day.”
“I’m sure you will,” Jiro could hear the suggestive smirk in Otoya’s voice and he shook his head.
“ Get your mind out of the gutter Kurenai,” the wolf stated before hanging up the phone without giving Otoya a chance for another comeback.
Turning his attention back to Yuri, he saw that she was taking another swig of champagne to calm down, and chuckled. “Hey…he’s an idiot, we both know that.”
“Yes, and he has this innate ability to ruin a perfectly wonderful day…”
An understanding smile played over Jiro’s handsome features. “Well in that case…” his arms passed around her waist as he drew her back up against him, pressing close and nuzzling affectionately at her throat. “We’ll just have to find a way to forget all about him.”
She twisted to gaze at him, her heart fluttering as she saw the look in his eyes: devotion and lust dancing together. A sultry smile crossed her lips. “ Well. There’s an easy way to take care of that.”
“Oh really?” a dark eyebrow arched.
“Mmm,” she nodded, the smile growing. “Just kiss me…”
“I think I can do better than that,” he laughed softly, and then pulled her properly into his arms for a long, sensuous kiss, bearing her back against the pillows and proving quickly just how much of a distraction he could be.
Some hours later, a still dozing Jiro stretched his hand out over the sheets to find his wife; only to discover where she normally laid next to him was empty. Looking up, he blinked sleepily, only to find her lying across the base of their bed, a black silk robe pulled around her statuesque body as she put photos one by one into the album she’d been using as a make-shift desk earlier.
Sitting up fully and rubbing at his mussed hair, Jiro grabbed an identical robe (the matching set had been a gift from Maya) that was hanging from the bedpost, wrapping it around him before crawling over beside her. He adopted an identical pose: lying on his stomach next to her, and reaching out to inspect the pictures. “Are these our wedding photos?”
Yuri nodded, smiling gently when her husband draped an arm over her waist as he cuddled close and rested his chin on her shoulder to look at the photographs with her.
He noticed the one she picked up next was of him, staring towards the camera, with a look of pure, open affection on his features, and his lips curved into a smile. “Hey is that the one you took of me?”
She looked over at him, grinning. “You looked so handsome. I’m glad Akira had the idea to have everyone at the wedding take pictures of us.”
“Master is a genius, yes,” Jiro chuckled, shifting even closer. “Where’s the one I took of you?”
She searched through the photographs and found a solo shot of herself, staring into the camera the way Jiro had been, looking like the happiest woman on the face of the planet.
Jiro carefully plucked the picture from her fingers. “You were so beautiful in your wedding dress,” he admired
“That’s amusing, since you couldn’t wait to get it off me,” Yuri giggled.
He nipped playfully at her ear. “ That’s because what was underneath the dress was better than the dress itself…” his hands stroked evenly over her silk covered back, making her shiver pleasantly.
“Yes, and as I recall you couldn’t wait to get those off of me either,” she chuckled, recalling their wedding night.
“Which was more than a challenge than I expected,” he replied, leaning in and nipping at her mouth in a flirtatious manner.
Giggling, Yuri pulled him close for a kiss, the two of them grappling playfully and knocking photographs to the floor before she pulled away and mock-glared at him. “Great, now we need to pick those up.”
Jiro just smiled and nuzzled his nose to hers. “I’ll get them.”
As he gathered the photos from the floor, he found the two solo shots they had been gazing at and held them up. “Where should we put these two?”
She looked at the pictures, and then flipped the book back to the first page. “I was saving a spot for them here,” she pointed.
Climbing back up on the bed, he sat next to her and then placed the two pictures in side by side, before smiling warmly. “There. Perfect.”
Her heart soared. “You’re perfect,”
“If this is going to turn into another battle of who’s more perfect between us, we may as well call it a draw right now,” Jiro chuckled, suddenly grabbing her and making Yuri squeal softly as he pinned her on her back beneath him, away from the pictures this time, and kissed her fervently, their forms entangling as he did.
She pulled back for air and trailed her hands over the broad expanse of his back. “You know, we should give the book a title since it’s not just for our wedding photos. There’s plenty of space left over: we can add whatever else we want.”
“…Our Life,” he answered. “It’s simple…and it’s the truth. And we’ve got plenty to time to make lots of memories to fill it up with.”
“See, you really are perfect,” she traced a heart over his chest.
“That’s because I have you. And believe me: I’m grateful for every day that we have together.”
“So am I…” she sighed happily. “I love you.”
“I love you,” he returned, before dipping his head down and sealing those words with a kiss that showed just how much he did.
The End
Author: vampirelissy14
Series: Kamen Rider Kiva
Pairing: Jiro/Yuri
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Future AU
Summary: Quiet, simple moments in the life of Yuri and Jiro.
Picture Perfect
If a cloud nine actually existed, Yuri Aso-Fujimori was certain she was on it. Everything in her life lately just felt so perfect, and she knew that she had Jiro to thank for it. He had given her the most romantic wedding and honeymoon (in Paris, the city of love itself), and though they were both over now, she knew it would be a while before she stopped feeling like she was floating on air every second.
Not that she wanted to give up that feeling, or the man who instilled it, for anything.
What amazed Yuri most was how Jiro managed to make her feel like she had her happily ever after each day they were together. He made her feel so blissfully in love that it was silly, really, but it was also natural, and instinctive, being with him…she couldn’t imagine ever wanting to give that feeling up. It was obvious to all around them that they were crazy for one another, and they didn’t even have to be doing something spectacularly romantic in order to convey their feelings: as long as they were together, that’s what mattered.
In fact…sometimes Yuri enjoyed the quiet, simple moments a lot more.
Currently, it was a beautiful, sunshine filled day, perfect for an intimate picnic or spending time at the beach, but the Wolfen couple was far more content to remain indoors.
They were both splayed out over their bed, fully dressed, as remarkable as that was, in casual clothes, surrounded by cards and envelopes.
The handsome wolf was propped up against the pillows and headboard of their bed, while Yuri was sprawled over his middle, on her stomach, kicking her legs lazily as she used the back of a photo album as a writing surface and finished up her most recent thank- you card.
Jiro was working on his own, using his wife’s back to write on. “How many of these do we have left again?”
She looked to the side at the finally dwindling pile. “Looks like we’re finally getting close to the end.”
“Thank god,” Jiro sighed, stretching his arms over his head after finishing up the card he was working on and placing it in an envelope. “I didn’t realize we had so many people to thank.”
“You’d think because we had a small wedding…” Yuri chuckled, locking eyes with him.
Jiro just smiled and gestured for her to move so he could roll onto his stomach and be by her side, Yuri shifting over to allow him room and then they were both continuing to fill out thank-you cards, lying as close as possible, occasionally exchanging playful touches and kisses as they did.
“…Now wait, did your Aunt Minako give us the punch bowl or the toaster oven?” Jiro blinked as he read another address, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to recall the face.
“Uh…I can’t remember,” Yuri blushed slightly, before waving her hand in the air. “Just write a general “thank you for the gift” and be done with it.”
He chuckled. “I thought you wanted these to be “personal.”
“That was before I saw how many we had to do and we spent three hours working on them.”
“Good point. Let’s just focus on getting these last few done and then…it’s on to whatever else you had planned for today,” Jiro said.
“In that case,” Yuri grabbed a half-empty bottle of champagne that was sitting on the nightstand, which they’d been sharing, and took a quick sip before passing it to her husband. “We need to refuel.”
He laughed brightly, took a swig and set the bottle aside before once again, it lapsed into silence as they finished up in their task.
About a half-hour later and they were finally done, Jiro flopping back on the mattress of their bed with a relieved sigh, Yuri placing all the filled envelopes carefully on the dresser before crawling half on top of him, the two of them basking in a little bit of a break, at least for their hands.
She snuggled close in Jiro’s arms, reveling in the warmth of his body as a contented, drowsy feeling took over. She was about to close her eyes and take a quick nap when the phone rang.
Jiro actually glared at the device. “Go away…”
“Telling the phone to go away isn’t going to make it stop ringing,” Yuri muttered.
“ Remind me to kill Otoya for buying us a new one.”
“He only did that because you broke our last phone when you threw it at him.”
The phone kept ringing, and finally, because he could reach it with more ease, Jiro grabbed the receiver and spoke into it with a perturbed growl. “Whoever this is…it better be good.”
There was a long pause, as whoever was on the other end said something and Jiro’s eyebrow arched slowly.
“You are a sad, sick little man, Kurenai,” he finally mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Yuri glanced up. “Otoya?”
Her husband just nodded.
Then Otoya said something else that made Jiro sit up a little more. “Look, if she was, trust me, I’d know, you idiot!”
The Wolfen Queen blinked, before her lips set in a thin line. “Let me guess…he wants to know if I’m pregnant yet?”
Before Jiro could once again nod in response, Yuri grabbed the receiver from him and practically shouted into it: “It’s NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS OTOYA KURENAI! STOP PISSING OFF MY HUSBAND!”
Jiro just stared at her as she handed him back the phone with a satisfied smile.
On the opposite end, Otoya whimpered. “Owwww…my ears are ringing.”
“Serves you right. Now you better have a legitimate reason for calling because my wife and I were having a nice, quiet day.”
“…you mean you’re not making love every five seconds?”
“Otoya…” Jiro hung his head.
“ I was just making sure you two got my present and that it works, actually,” Otoya explained.
“…given the fact that I’m sitting here, talking with you instead of making love to Yuri, which you seem to think is all I do, I’d say yes.”
“That’s because it is all you do!”
Rolling his eyes, Jiro snorted softly. “I wish.”
“We were filling out thank you cards for three hours if you must know,” Yuri spoke close to the receiver so Otoya could hear her.
“…it’s creepy, her having that enhanced hearing now.”
“Oh you idiot, I heard that,” Yuri growled.
Looking at Yuri and seeing that her eyes were beginning to flash a bright gold due to impatience, Jiro decided it was time to end the conversation. “Well the phone works. You’ll get a card from us in the mail in a few days and now…before my wife finds a way to actually reach through the receiver and strangle you, I think I’ll hang up and get back to enjoying my day.”
“I’m sure you will,” Jiro could hear the suggestive smirk in Otoya’s voice and he shook his head.
“ Get your mind out of the gutter Kurenai,” the wolf stated before hanging up the phone without giving Otoya a chance for another comeback.
Turning his attention back to Yuri, he saw that she was taking another swig of champagne to calm down, and chuckled. “Hey…he’s an idiot, we both know that.”
“Yes, and he has this innate ability to ruin a perfectly wonderful day…”
An understanding smile played over Jiro’s handsome features. “Well in that case…” his arms passed around her waist as he drew her back up against him, pressing close and nuzzling affectionately at her throat. “We’ll just have to find a way to forget all about him.”
She twisted to gaze at him, her heart fluttering as she saw the look in his eyes: devotion and lust dancing together. A sultry smile crossed her lips. “ Well. There’s an easy way to take care of that.”
“Oh really?” a dark eyebrow arched.
“Mmm,” she nodded, the smile growing. “Just kiss me…”
“I think I can do better than that,” he laughed softly, and then pulled her properly into his arms for a long, sensuous kiss, bearing her back against the pillows and proving quickly just how much of a distraction he could be.
Some hours later, a still dozing Jiro stretched his hand out over the sheets to find his wife; only to discover where she normally laid next to him was empty. Looking up, he blinked sleepily, only to find her lying across the base of their bed, a black silk robe pulled around her statuesque body as she put photos one by one into the album she’d been using as a make-shift desk earlier.
Sitting up fully and rubbing at his mussed hair, Jiro grabbed an identical robe (the matching set had been a gift from Maya) that was hanging from the bedpost, wrapping it around him before crawling over beside her. He adopted an identical pose: lying on his stomach next to her, and reaching out to inspect the pictures. “Are these our wedding photos?”
Yuri nodded, smiling gently when her husband draped an arm over her waist as he cuddled close and rested his chin on her shoulder to look at the photographs with her.
He noticed the one she picked up next was of him, staring towards the camera, with a look of pure, open affection on his features, and his lips curved into a smile. “Hey is that the one you took of me?”
She looked over at him, grinning. “You looked so handsome. I’m glad Akira had the idea to have everyone at the wedding take pictures of us.”
“Master is a genius, yes,” Jiro chuckled, shifting even closer. “Where’s the one I took of you?”
She searched through the photographs and found a solo shot of herself, staring into the camera the way Jiro had been, looking like the happiest woman on the face of the planet.
Jiro carefully plucked the picture from her fingers. “You were so beautiful in your wedding dress,” he admired
“That’s amusing, since you couldn’t wait to get it off me,” Yuri giggled.
He nipped playfully at her ear. “ That’s because what was underneath the dress was better than the dress itself…” his hands stroked evenly over her silk covered back, making her shiver pleasantly.
“Yes, and as I recall you couldn’t wait to get those off of me either,” she chuckled, recalling their wedding night.
“Which was more than a challenge than I expected,” he replied, leaning in and nipping at her mouth in a flirtatious manner.
Giggling, Yuri pulled him close for a kiss, the two of them grappling playfully and knocking photographs to the floor before she pulled away and mock-glared at him. “Great, now we need to pick those up.”
Jiro just smiled and nuzzled his nose to hers. “I’ll get them.”
As he gathered the photos from the floor, he found the two solo shots they had been gazing at and held them up. “Where should we put these two?”
She looked at the pictures, and then flipped the book back to the first page. “I was saving a spot for them here,” she pointed.
Climbing back up on the bed, he sat next to her and then placed the two pictures in side by side, before smiling warmly. “There. Perfect.”
Her heart soared. “You’re perfect,”
“If this is going to turn into another battle of who’s more perfect between us, we may as well call it a draw right now,” Jiro chuckled, suddenly grabbing her and making Yuri squeal softly as he pinned her on her back beneath him, away from the pictures this time, and kissed her fervently, their forms entangling as he did.
She pulled back for air and trailed her hands over the broad expanse of his back. “You know, we should give the book a title since it’s not just for our wedding photos. There’s plenty of space left over: we can add whatever else we want.”
“…Our Life,” he answered. “It’s simple…and it’s the truth. And we’ve got plenty to time to make lots of memories to fill it up with.”
“See, you really are perfect,” she traced a heart over his chest.
“That’s because I have you. And believe me: I’m grateful for every day that we have together.”
“So am I…” she sighed happily. “I love you.”
“I love you,” he returned, before dipping his head down and sealing those words with a kiss that showed just how much he did.
The End