A content sigh passed Setsura's lips, as Akito decided to attack her neck with kisses.
"I came here to give you a lovey-dovey lunch, by me."
Akito glanced over at the two layered lunch box by the table and smiled. "For me?"
"Yes, unfortunately."
He laughed, "Don't be sulky, I apologize for being late. But I was in the meeting."
"I'll forgive you," Setsura turned around. "If you kiss me properly, or are you telling me your fine with this?"
He stared at her blankly for a few minutes before he leaned down and kissed her. Honestly, he still needs to adjust. Setsura is different from that woman. She is a lot bolder and expresses her feelings more. Then again maybe it helps that they started of as friends before he figured he liked her.
A simple kiss turns into a somewhat passionate one. Before he knew it, Akito had laid the girl down on the couch. He was supporting her head with his hands and kissing her deeply.
