"My hands are cold"
Things had been rather rough today.
As he returned home from work, the only thing he wanted to do as soon as his shoes were off and the door was closed was to go and collapse on the nearest soft surface within reach.
It had been hell in a hand made basket of wisteria as he had to stop another fight between two subordinates-or well a one sided fight since one of them seems to think pain caused by his colleagues meant they were friends-, was nearly poisoned by a rival yakuza who were adamant about bringing him and his empire throughout japan to the ground, he got complaints from some of the many businesses under his thumb about the collectors he sends to them and three of his hitmen were in the hospital after failing to take out a trained assassin.
Honestly all he wanted to do was go lie down beside his long time lover, Daki and forget the whole day.
He took a moment to take in a deep slow breath at the darkened condo. Good she hadn't waited up for him.
Therefore he now had the opportunity to take a nice hot shower and change into pajamas before joining her in the bed they have shared for three years.
When he turned on the water, he made sure that it was on scalding. The winter months were quite bitter this year and he just wanted to remove any traces of the familiar chills from his body. As he scrubbed with his favorite scent of balsam and fir he felt all the stress slowly washing away before completely making it go while washing his black hair.
Besides it wasn't like he wasn't able to fix these problems. He paid off the hospital for his injured hitmen. Then he sent his right hand Michikatsu to handle the rival yakuza by having the leader taken out, then replaced the collectors with more people friendly ones and then he ensured that the two subordinates spent some time apart to cool down for a week.
With that in mind, he started to feel more and more relieved as he made his way over to his bedroom and slid on his red silk pajamas with his initials sewn into the pocket.
Then he turned to the woman he has had by his side for longer than any other he's had.
Daki looked so peaceful sleeping on the bed. She wore the lacy, black lingerie he had bought for her that showed off the cute lacey bra and panties hugging her hips. Her long white hair was splayed out under her head.
Truly he had lucked out with such a beautiful woman at his side. Of course she was originally just supposed to be his arm candy after his last woman had left him. However there had been something just...so intriguing about her when he met her that he found himself inviting her to more fuctions...then to dinners and lunches...then actual dates. She somehow knew how to wrap him around her well manicured fingers and he happily did so.
It probably didn't help that she managed to get away with things that most men, women and anyone else under his command would be punished for. In some cases, even killed.
He took another moment to just admire her as he climbed into bed next to her.
At least this rough day could end somewhere soft and warm with his lover by his side.
As he started to relax though, and closed his eyes to let himself fall into the familiar darkness of sleep, he felt moving from behind him. Then a soft, familiar body pressing up against his back and then feels Daki's cheek against his neck.
"Hmm...?"
"Muzan.." she mumbled softly into his neck.
"Wha...ah...what is it Daki?" He turned his head towards her, blinking sleepily as he was trying to make himself comfortable.
She nuzzles him slightly, as she yawned a bit, "Hmm...You sounded exasperated when you came in...everything okay at work?"
He sighed before he reached his hand back to gently caress through her soft hair while sighing gently. Honestly he just wanted to forget today and look forwards to the next one instead, but something about her concern for him makes him just want to unload all his troubles...
"Mmmm...I'll tell you in the morning, Daki," he murmured as he pulled the blankets up a bit more around them both with how close she was.
"Okay..." she pressed a soft kiss to his temple, "...Muzan?"
"Mmmm?" he could feel sleep starting to reclaim him though he didn't want to be rude with her.
She kissed his cheek, then moved down to his jaw, and then lightly over his neck before she gets to his ear. He started to wake up a little more at this. Was she waiting for him for some fun?
"My hands are cold."
"Oh?" For a moment he took a moment to realize what she said...then his eyes snapped open as he was wide awake, "Daki-!"
Suddenly very cold hands slipped under his pajama shirt and touches his stomach and one of his pectorals. He went completely still as the cold instantly returned to his whole body, and he made a soft choking sound. Behind him he heard Daki sighing in relief as she moved closer to him, wrapping a leg around his as she made herself nice and toasty from how warm her man was.
"Hmmm~ That's much better, baby. Thank you," she sighed sleepily, "I appreciate it."
Muzan's eye twitched as he felt any sense of peace he had disappear as he found himself shivering from the cold, "D-D-D-D-Daki..."
A soft kiss is press to his cheek as she felt all nice and warm while her man was now trying to recover from the shock of her cold hands. God if anyone else had tried to pull this with him-
"Oh...and Muzan?" Daki mumbled, "My feet are cold too."
Those cold feet press right to his lower back, and this time he made a weak sound of despair. It seemed the gods were punishing him in one way or another right now as he just lied there all cold and uncomfortable. Why would anyone do this to him? Let alone the woman he cared about so much?!
She yawned loudly before she made herself comfortable pressed up against his back with a lazy smile, "Hmmm..."
After a moment, he just sighed in utter defeat before he closed his eyes and leaned on the pillows beneath him.
"..You're lucky you're so cute."
"Hmmm, I know~."