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It had been such a long day.
And if Goro could describe it, he thinks he’d call it a no good, very bad day.
Customers always came first. Should always come first, and he put much on the line for himself to make that happen, but sometimes, there was no pleasing them. And when there was no pleasing them, he felt so, so tired.
So when he closed the door to the apartment he was surprised at the smell that greeted him. Slowly he walked through the apartment, undoing the buttons on his suit coat as he made his way into the kitchen only to find you there, humming softly as you were making dinner. He paused within the doorway to watch you quietly, fingers undoing the bow tie around his neck and he felt himself smile.
Here, he was sure he could be himself. Give into selfish things.
...or rather you told him he could, but he always put you first. Seemed that he wanted you to know just how special you were to him. And always would be.
As he approached you from behind you turned your head to look back at him and smile. “Going to stand there all day?”
He stopped dead in his tracks before he gave you a smile, and moved closer, wrapping his arms loosely about your waist. “No. But, I did not want to interrupt.”
“Mmn,” you hummed softly before you blinked, then turned to look at him. “...why do you smell like you crawled into a bottle of Champagne?”
Goro softly cleared his throat. He knew you could smell it on him, not on his breath, but still, he felt guilty in a way. “The customer is always right. Yes?”
Saying not a word as you turned around in his arms, he swallowed a lump in his throat. Were you mad that he had let such a thing happen? Should he apologize to you? Should—he was pulled from his racing thoughts as your fingers brushed against his cheek and went to the back of his head. A soft groan passed his lips as you pulled his long hair free from it’s tie as it fell to hang loose about his shoulders, he couldn’t help but lean toward you more as your fingers worked gently against his scalp.
“May I?” you said softly.
He hesitated for a moment before giving you a slight nod of his head. He always hated having you see it. He held his breath as you slowly undid his eyepatch and pulled it from his face. He kept his eye closed as you coaxed him closer, only to make a soft strangled sort of noise as you placed a kiss to the still intact eyelid. His hands gripped your hips more firmly as your lips brushed across the bridge of his nose and you pressed another kiss to his other eye. He felt you move away, but he found that he couldn’t let you go.
Slowly he let his eye open to look down at you, and he found you smiling. His heart hammered in his chest as you smiled to him brightly.
“Better?”
He found himself at a loss for words, so instead he gently nodded as your hand once more moved up into his hair, fingers raking through it to brush it back from his shoulder. And slowly, he had to agree.
Goro’s no good, very bad day was suddenly better. All because of you.