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Your wife is so hot.

Absolutely gorgeous woman Mr. Forger.

Mrs. Forger is so hot.

Oh, I’m so jealous, she is beautiful.

You’re a lucky man Loid. She’s perfect.

Yor is so hot…

Twilight was very, very, aware. He heard it constantly from those around him. His coworkers, his fake coworkers, his neighbors, his brother-in-law… He heard it from Franky alone just about every day. 

He was so painfully aware that Yor was hot. But not just hot, she was absolutely gorgeous in every way. Would he admit that her looks were a factor in his choice of a fake spouse? 

No. Never.

But did it factor into his choice?

Maybe.

But what was most important was that she was a soft-spoken, kind, and poised woman. She was a natural at raising children given her tragic upbringing of being the sole caregiver to her and her brother. She was tidy and good at keeping the apartment clean. She was empathetic and always provided clear parenting advice when he struggled. She was always careful in the way she spoke, she was a good active listener, and always took her time in responding.

And she was just an ordinary civil servant, a perfectly normal career for a perfectly normal fake family.

Plus Anya had taken to her quite fast, so it seemed like she’d fit in perfectly into the role of mother.

But sure she wasn’t textbook perfect. No one is. But she was perfect for him…no. Perfect for the mission. Perfect for Loid Forger.

Her airheadedness could be seen as a weakness, but to Twilight he thought it was no more than a silly quirk. And because of that it was easy to convince her of any WISE-related occurrence that got in the way of his fake life.

He found it quite endearing sometimes to see her try her absolute best despite fumbling around the kitchen. He could cook just fine, it wasn’t like he cared if a woman was lacking in the kitchen anyway nor in any other domestic duty 'assigned' to women. But he let her try. He truly appreciated the efforts she put into this family. He was lucky to have someone who genuinely care that much. 

If she was willing to try, he’d let her. When it came to helping Anya with her studies. Household tasks. Trying to convince others of their entirely real relationship. He adored watching her learn and apply the things she’s learned from being so independent into their fake life.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t genuinely appreciate her. Because he truly did. She made this mission so much easier. He sort of understood Yuri in the way that even her simple presence was calming. It was the reassurance he could trust her and that her voice could ease any worries.

So yeah her looks we’re not a big factor in her role as Mrs. Forger.

However, he was going to be looking at her every day. So her looks were just an added bonus. If he had to describe her appearance in his eyes…

Well, he was the one that saw her first thing in the morning. Crusty eyes, dark bags, and hair a mess around her. But still captivated despite the disheveled appearance.

She dressed elegantly and conservatively. Like a proper adult woman who could blend in with all the other normal adults far from the eye of the secret police. 

Did Twilight find his eyes wandering beyond her face? Sure, he was a man, and she was the woman who cohabited in his living space. She had a dazzling figure. He was well aware of how strong she was, both emotionally and physically. So her very perfect figure was probably linked to how she keeps fit in her personal time. 

Long lean legs. Silky smooth dark hair. Alluring crimson eyes. Toned curves and a firm waist. (Totally not from his extensive analysis from the brief touches to her waist to prove intimacy in front of others. Totally not from that.)

No Twilight's lingering eye was so he could analyze her true intentions. Study her body movements and facial expressions for the good of the mission. He trusted her yes absolutely, but it didn’t hurt to know his wife head to toe, for the mission of course.

Twilight got a very good look at her every day. He tried not to linger. Tried not to think too hard about her physical appearance for personal reasons. But her presence was a constant in his life. And being so pleasing to look at, of course, he would linger on her.

So yes, Twilight was very aware his wife was hot.

Did it make him feel good when people would compliment Yor’s appearance?

Well yes and no.

Because they are right, she’s beautiful. Gorgeous and breathtaking to look at. And he did have a feeling of pride to know she was perceived so positively by others and that they all knew she was his, legally.

You picked well, Twilight… you picked well.

But he also didn’t like others perceiving her so much. Because some of those looks felt predatory, especially from other men. Or said with jealousy from other women. And those who judged Yor so superficially without knowing her well enough. So it did rub him wrong when people felt so compelled to boil her down to just being hot. When she was so much more than that.

Especially because they were only focusing on her outward appearance. Twilight calling her hot and letting his eyes linger was okay, it was okay because he appreciated her beautiful personality and her true nature. He knew her more than most. He knew just how perfect she was on the inside. He knew better than anyone else (besides Yuri) that although her outward appearance was pleasant, she was even more beautiful on the inside.

No one else deserved to look at her as intimately as he does (which he does only sometimes not all the time). He was her husband.

Her fake husband.

‘Loid, here’s your coffee.” That soft and sickeningly sweet voice broke him from his trance. 

He had just returned home from work. The comment from their neighbors about Yor’s appearance when they went on their monthly ‘just for appearances’  date was still lingering in his head from just a few minutes before he stepped into their home.

“How was your date last night Mr. Forger?”

“Oh, it was lovely. I took Yor to that new musical and we got dinner. She seemed to have enjoyed it.”

“She looked gorgeous last night, that dress left nothing to the imagination. I’m sure you had an even better night once it was off.”

Mrs. Groski smacked her husband for being too blunt before smiling at Loid Forger.

“I apologize on behalf of him. But she was truly so beautiful. You’re a lucky man.”

The dress was very nice. Deep blood like red that hugged her hips. A low V cut down her chest and an even lower cut in the back that showed every detail of those toned back muscles. 

As they passed the Groskis on their way out, he made sure to grasp her lower back closely as they passed. His fingers felt the goosebumps on her pale skin from being caught off guard. He was well aware of how much Mr. Groski ogled his wife. He knew the comments he made about her when they weren’t around.

(Of course, because he bugged their neighbors' apartments, that was standard procedure.)

Twilight apologized for not warning her about his intimate touch once they made it outside and he draped her coat over her shoulders, but as always she assured him it was fine and she understood why.

He’d be lying though if he said he didn’t enjoy the feeling of her skin. Since then he was still thinking about how warm she felt. And that he wanted to feel her again.

Yor leaned forward to place the cup in front of him before walking past him in his usual chair to sit adjacent to him on the sofa.

His eyes lingered on her exposed lower back.

That damn red sweater she adored so much… conservative and elegantly casual. In the typical Yor aesthetic he admired. But giving just the quaintest of skin reveals. Like her collarbones, from the way the sweater hung off her shoulders. Something he never thought he’d find appealing was constantly pulling his eyes toward them anyway.

And her back. 

The space from the bottom of her black bandeau to the waistline of her leggings. That was his greatest weakness as a man. It wasn’t just back skin exposure. No, it was specifically Yor’s back that made him suddenly feel like the weakest man alive.

Yor finally turned to sit on the sofa freeing Twilight from his not-so-welcome but entirely welcome thoughts. It was a nice treat. A brief but pleasant treat that freed his mind from his daily anxieties about this mission. But Yor tended to do that even if it wasn’t the skin exposure on her back. She tended to make him feel calm. Whether that be from her reassurance, endearing jokes, or just gifting him with her smile. 

Loid Forger broke his gaze from his wife. The calm, lukewarm feeling of ease in his stomach had then started to bubble and fizz.

He took a deep breath as the anxieties of Twilight filled his brain. His eyes were now laser-focused on his coffee cup and the fact that Anya would be home soon with news of her score on her history test. 

His stomach suddenly hurt.

“Loid, I hope you're not stressing too much about Anya’s test.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Am I that easy to read?”

Yor smiled at him. “When things concern Anya, I find you especially easy to read.” She sipped her tea. “But her test result has also been on my mind lately.”

“It’s probably because she didn’t ask us or Yuri for help. She said she found a tutor at school.” Loid grumbled softly. 

Anya didn’t say who but he was so nervous he went and checked who was tutoring her at school with Franky.

He was both pleased and slightly uneased at finding it was none other than a blushing Damian Desmond trying to keep Anya focused in the library, rewarding her with peanuts when she did well and teasing her whenever she nodded off from fatigue (or boredom).

Anya was definitely not aware, she clearly just wanted to do well on the test. And Twilight was so proud she was getting along with his target’s son. But Twilight knew exactly what Damian was feeling at that moment. And that filled him with nothing but anxiety.

“Hopefully she finally feels inspired by this new tutor. We both know she doesn’t particularly enjoy studying. But maybe this new friend at school will have sparked something in her.”

Yor was smiling at the prospect and although that would be great for Twilight. Damian Desmond was a crucial key to his mission. If he actually developed a crush on Anya, that was great. Twilight was relieved their relationship was getting better.

Loid Forger though was feeling uneasy. They’re children! Anya didn’t seem to care for any boy that wasn’t Bondman or her father at this age. But what if she does develop feelings? This mission could quite possibly take years. Anya becoming close to the Desmond boy could have her develop real feelings for him.

And if they date…

Loid clenched his teeth and sipped his coffee. He looked at Yor’s soft smile.

Twilight closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Calm down, don’t focus on such a hypothetical. It’s not like she’ll be dating boys anytime soon. He just might have to keep a closer eye on the Desmond boy though. He made a mental note. 

“Hey, Loid?”

Twilight opened his eyes and was greeted by her soft expression. She tends to say his name a lot, not that he minded, he enjoyed the sound of his fake name on her tongue.

“Camilla and Dominic are throwing a New Year’s Party.”

“Oh…”

This wasn’t new, they attended a few parties Yor’s coworkers and their neighbors have thrown. They were used to making appearances as a couple like this. He just had to make sure he didn’t have a mission that day and everything else would be as usual. Yor still got a bit flustered now and then, but she was steadily growing more and more comfortable with appearing intimate in public and Loid’s affectionate words and nicknames weren’t embarrassing her as much as they used to. But Yor, being so easily flustered, her blushing worked well for their dynamic of 'overly doting husband showers his wife with affection'. 

“I was thinking because it’s New Year’s we should practice…”

Loid completely tuned out after that.

New Years.

Oh…

It was a New Year's Eve Party. 

That kind of party comes with very specific and certain expectations from all couples attending.

“If you think we shouldn’t go, that's okay.”

Twilight sat up straight and leaned his arms on his knees to face Yor.

“Are you comfortable with going?”

Yor blushed and looked away from his watchful gaze.

“Well umm, I enjoy going to parties with you and I think I’m getting better at flirting in public. But you know I…”

“We’re going to have to kiss Yor.”

He's going to have to kiss Yor.

Yor’s entire face flamed up. Her sweater and her cheeks were almost indistinguishable in color.

“It is to be expected couples, married couples especially, will have to kiss at midnight.”

“Yes.” She took a deep breath and looked down.

“That means we will have to kiss in front of your coworkers and brother. Which means if you feel comfortable going, we would have to practice before the party.”

“Yes, I am aware. That's why I mentioned it before...” She wasn’t trying to sound rude, she seemed to have been just repeating it to herself so she was sure she herself was aware, in a soft almost incomprehensible volume.

Twilight took a moment to calculate all outcomes of this event and how it would affect the mission.

1) Go to the party. Practice kissing with Yor. She becomes comfortable  with kissing. They have the most believable kiss in front of her coworkers and they can continue their fake marriage. It would be even more believable now that they overcame the hurdle of kissing.

Best case scenario. Good. Twilight approved.

2) Go to the party. Practice kissing Yor. She is not comfortable with the act. She becomes very flustered and off-putting in front of her peers causing suspicions in their marriage. Maybe people will think there’s some strain. Or maybe they’ll think one of them is cheating.

Not good. Too many open-ended outcomes.

3) Don't go to the party. Seems a bit suspicious. But if they were to make an excuse concerning Anya, more believable. But Yuri could possibly shake things up if they make any excuse concerning Yor. Being that she’s sick or busy. If they use an Anya excuse he’ll be upset he won’t get to see her. He’s going to want to spend time with her anyway. That would mean hosting Yuri at their house. That’s not a big deal especially since he probably wouldn’t even want to see them kiss but the possibility is there. Maybe they could settle on a cheek kiss as a compromise.

Better but not perfect. Still too many open-ended outcomes.

4) They practice kissing. They are comfortable with the act. They have a believable kiss in front of everyone. They continue to do it. Twilight likes it…. no Loid likes it. Twilight catches feelings.

He catches feelings. Worst case scenario.

Twilight has kissed many women. Not once has he ever caught feelings. He never even felt anything for anyone before. Before kissing anyone, Twilight has never even considered catching feelings as a concern of his. He had a heart of steel. WISE trained him well.

And as a result, he was 100% certain he had never had a crush before.

So why? Why was he so concerned about feeling something after kissing Yor? Why was this something he had to analyze so much?

No this was Twilight, he wouldn’t hesitate on ensuring scenario 1 happened and was successful. That was a no-brainer for Twilight.

But Loid Forger. The family man who had a hot wife was suddenly thinking so much about the prospect of his wife’s lips that the wall between the Loid and Twilight sides of his brain was deteriorating in those few seconds of thought.

It was a simple reason after all.

And that was because he actually cared. He actually cared about the very real feelings of this very real person he was using for his mission.

Yor didn’t deserve something so disingenuous. That alone made him feel guilty. And that has happened quite a few times in their fake family scenario already.

“Yor, I’ll let you decide what you want to do. If you want to go or not. If you want to kiss in front of everyone or if you don’t.”

Damn it

Loid spoke first before Twilight could insist on preserving the perception of their marriage for the mission's sake.

Yor seemed to have relaxed though. Her face started to cool off, and the tension in her shoulders eased.

She took a deep breath.

“I would like to go to the party and practice kissing if that’s alright with you.”

Twilight gulped. He was both relieved but also suddenly excited at the prospect. “Really?”

“Yes. I trust you, Loid.” She smiled softly yet still shyly avoided his gaze. “You know I’ve never been with anyone before. I might as well get it out of the way, kissing that is. And if it assures our family will continue to be believable so we can stay together then I am okay with it.”

Twilight's heart lurched. As if it was reaching for her. Wanting to latch on to those words ‘so we can stay together’.

New Year's Eve was in a week. He’d have to tell Franky that he needs to babysit Anya. He needs to tell the handler he can’t take missions that day. 

Most of all. He has to start practicing with Yor. 

He watched her closely. She had finally looked at him again. A smile on her face as if reassuring him once again that she trusted him. That she felt secure with her choice.

And that was probably what compelled Twilight Loid, to take initiative at this very moment.

“We have time now. Before Anya gets home if you are comfortable with practicing.”

Yor’s eyes went wide. Completely unprepared. Her voice stuttered out nonsense in response. Face returning to its tomato-like state from before.

Oof bad move Twilight.

Instead, he smiled and reached over to place his hand over hers that was closest to him and thrashing around so panicky. He gently brought it down to rest on her thigh where he patted it softly.

“Like I said, only if you’re comfortable. We can do it another time.”

He was getting a little ahead of himself anyway. Loid was taking control of his finely tuned Twilight brain.

He reached back for his coffee sipping it in hopes he could collect himself and take his attention off Yor so she can relax.

Silence fell between them. Not an awkward silence though, silences were always comfortable when it came to them. They were able to feel at ease in each other's company without having to speak, especially after spending so much time together that being in each other's presence became so second nature. 

Yor seemed to have relaxed, sipping at her tea as she perused the interior design magazine on the table as Twilight read whatever edition of the Spy Wars manga Anya left behind on the coffee table. 

He tried not to think too much about how his heart raced when he thought about kissing Yor. He tried not to think too hard about how all these thoughts about her and the mission were setting off dozens of alarms in his brain because it was just so obvious what was going on but he refused to acknowledge it. He would ignore it until he couldn’t any longer.

All for the sake of the mission.

Twilight finished the coffee and noticed Yor had finished her tea as well. He leaned towards her to grab the cup and saucer but was met with hands grasping the collar of his shirt.

He lurched towards her and the firm grip she had on his top dragged his flailing body towards her. His shin caught on the edge of the coffee table making a loud BANG at impact.

He was about to groan from the unexpected pain on his shin, but his breath was stolen from him in an instant.

Yor's face was millimeters from his and her lips touched his parted ones ever so softly.

That was all in the split second before he completely lost his balance from hitting the coffee table and collapsed on her. Deepening the kiss far more than either had expected.

The moment Yor’s head hit the couch and Loid’s arms caught himself, hands resting on the cushion on both sides of her face, Yor broke their kiss completely startled and screamed.

“I’m so sorry Loid! I don’t know what came over me!” She let go of his shirt collar and her hands immediately covered her face. “Are you okay?!?!”

Loid just stared. Twilight stared. Yor’s eyes were closed from shame. Her hands doing their best to hide the embarrassment and horror clearly etched on her face from her act. 

But a wide-eyed Twilight was for once, completely surprised. Completely unprepared for every emotion firing within him at the moment. 

It was suddenly as if it was his first kiss. No other kiss with any of those other women felt like this one. Every other one was textbook. He felt like a statue, a toy robot, merely following the command codes in his brain, feeling bored and uninterested in whoever he was with. He just did what he could to get whatever he needed for his mission. It felt like work. Well, it was work.

This one. This was also for work. But at the same time, it also wasn’t.

This one was awkward, rushed, and clearly not a textbook-perfect first kiss. And that was what he loved about it. Everything about it was so endearing, he felt like what those teenagers on TV felt. He finally understood why ‘first kisses’ were such a big deal.

This was his first real kiss. Something that actually made him feel something.

And his first kiss with Yor tasted like chamomile tea. 

Yor liked mint tea when her stomach wasn’t feeling well. She preferred ginger tea when she had a cold. She liked hibiscus tea on sunny days when she could choose, based on the weather, if she wanted it hot or iced. Chamomile was her favorite though. It was her after-work staple. Something she drank to ease the tensions of a long day and to transition into the comfort of being home. The smell alone reminded Twilight that Yor was around. It smelled like being home with Yor. He loved that smell so much.

And it was delicious. It was addicting. If he wasn’t so shocked by the feeling in his stomach and the heat rising to his cheeks he probably would’ve succumbed to her. Letting the taste and scent of chamomile suffocate him till he was a pool of nothing.

She had never looked more beautiful to him than at this moment right now. He was so happy.

Oh

Oh shit

Shit is right Twilight.

“Yor it’s okay,” Loid uttered softly with a slight chuckle in his voice hoping it would ease her worries.

“I should’ve asked or at least told you what I was doing first. I’m so sorry Loid.” She groaned into her hands. “I was so careless I made you trip on the coffee table.”

“It’s okay. You already know I was okay with you kissing me. I was startled sure. But my leg is okay.”

“That was probably horrible! What a horrible first kiss!” Her voice was a bit muffled in her hands but could still make it out.

Loid wrapped his hand around both of hers gently guiding them away from her face. The size of her small nimble hands in his much bigger one did not go amiss, but he had to shake the thought away as he tried to make eye contact with her.

“Did you not enjoy kissing me then?” He was almost pouting like Bond does when Loid refused to give him his treats before dinner. He was suddenly aware that while he might’ve enjoyed every second of their totally not 'normal' first kiss together, she might’ve had a completely different experience. "If you thought it was a horrible first kiss, then I must apologize for being the one to give you a bad first kiss."

“What? No, I liked it! I really liked it. I was just being selfish and I was worried I made it bad for you. You know what a good kiss is like so you can compare it, but I can’t so I can only assume it wasn’t great. I’m worried I ruined it for you!”

Yor still hid her face from him while she rambled. Her eyes squeezed shut and her head turned to the side.

Loid, maybe you should get off her first, before talking about the kiss.

Loid sat up, still holding Yor’s hand, and gently tugged her up till she opened her eyes and sat up with him. She finally looked at him and she gasped ever so softly.

He was cherry red. His cheeks were so hot he knew there was no way his face didn’t look just like hers.

“Please don’t worry Yor…” He found himself shyly looking away even though he was the one who previously tried so hard to get her to look him in the eyes. “I liked it.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “But I think we can also make it better.”

Yor suddenly looked intrigued, her hands balled up a fist in front of her anxiously awaiting a critique of her first kiss.

“I would very much like to kiss you again…so I can show you.”

Twilight held back a bit, he sounded eager but he didn’t want to be too eager. His hand still rested on hers, her thumb overlapping his pinky, tensing as he asked to kiss her again.

But deep inside Twilight wanted to do it so badly. So so bad that it wasn't Loid who was eager, it wasn't Loid who was waiting (impatiently) for her response. No, it was Twilight. Twilight wanted to do it so badly. Twilight wanted to be the Loid Forger that got to kiss his very hot wife.

And even though Yor responded immediately, those few seconds felt like an eternity.

“I would like you to show me please.” It was breathy, the way she said it. Something about it sent the heat in his face to another region he dared not dwell on at the moment.

Loid gulped. She sounded eager and that excited him.

“You can stop me at any moment and I won’t be upset. Okay? Don’t be afraid to stop me.”

She just nodded, her mouth parted ever so slightly in anticipation and her eyes fell to his lips which he licked ever so anxiously.

Twilight racked his brain for those seduction books the Handler had him study but he was left with nothing. His perfectly sorted files on sex, charisma, and flirting, were all aflame. The contents burnt up from the fire that was his first kiss with his very hot wife.

None of that information mattered anymore. It was wiped from his brain but he didn’t feel discouraged by it. Not one bit. Twilight was acting on pure instinct and desire alone.

He scooted closer to her, their knees touching. Yor suddenly looked down at their legs, away from his lips, and blushed. However she didn’t recoil, so he proceeded.

He reached his right hand towards her cheek gently tucking a stray hair behind her ear while simultaneously turning her head back towards him.

He smiled.

His other hand snaked around her waist, confidently at first as it traversed the soft fabric of her sweater before hesitantly slowing down at the point the sweater ended, his finger itching to touch her bare skin but also scared of what this touch would do to him in this situation.

Dammit, he couldn’t remember if his fingers were cold or not. He hoped they were warm, he felt like he was on fire already so he took a big gulp and stretched them further.

He felt her jolt from the contact and a little squeak escaped from her throat.

“Is this okay?”

She nodded.

“I’d like to hear you say it though. I want to be sure.”

“Yes Loid, it’s okay.” It was that same breathy voice, except she sounded a bit impatient. And it drove him crazy.

His fingers reflexively gripped her waist. There was no reason for her to say his name. His fake name. But she did. As if to assure herself that it was Loid. The man she trusted wholeheartedly. Her fake husband. Fake, but he was still hers nevertheless. He was far too gone to deny that she had captured him entirely.  

God did he wish it was his real name, and at this moment, he couldn’t even recall what it was. The only thing real to him right now was that Twilight was becoming Loid Forger and Loid Forger was the only facade of himself he so desperately wanted to be real.

Goosebumps erupted on her back from how tightly he held her. Fingers unsure if they should feel her more, but opted to remain frozen in place because that was enough for him.

His thumb brushed against her cheek, not a single flaw in sight. His eyes tore away from hers and settled on her lips. The scent of chamomile as she took a deep breath in anticipation finally did the deed and tugged him closer to finally kiss her.

This time both their lips had parted ever so slightly. Her lips were still moist from their previous kiss and they felt even plumper. He could put his entire focus on it this time and it was so much better than he imagined.

He leaned closer, his hand on her back sliding against her skin, reaching up to pull her body flush against his. There was a cute little muffled ‘hmph' when he did it and her hands fell against his chest to catch herself. Her hands squeezed the fabric of his shirt when his fingers slid under her bandeau following the path of her spine before stilling, having found the perfect place to hold her.

Instincts moved before Loid could comprehend it. His mouth guided hers open and he very gently stuck his tongue in. A taste so uniquely her mixed with chamomile overtook his senses.

“Loid-hmph!” She mumbled his name and it suddenly made him aware of what he was doing.

He broke the kiss, letting her breathe but didn’t move an inch away from her.

“Was that okay?”

She nodded first but then remembered his comment from earlier before she responded with confidence. “Yes, Loid.”

“Did you like it?”

“Very much so.”

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to continue because...” She leaned first and overzealously touched her lips to his. It was her turn to get a little ahead of herself. Her tongue hesitantly touched his top lip as he continued speaking. “You tasted divine.”

Part of him would’ve cringed at the words, had this been any other woman. But Loid Forger was spilling nothing but the truth. His mouth worked faster than he could process his thoughts. He felt her pull him closer when his tongue met hers. His body was unable to contain himself as he once again fell back on top of her. He forgot just how strong she was sometimes. Except for this time he was prepared and he led her down with him, holding her head and placing her down like he was holding a porcelain doll.

He was just like any other man. He never felt more normal than at this moment right now. He was just a typical husband kissing his hot wife. Well a fake husband who had just come to terms that he was thoroughly obsessed with his hot fake wife while making out with her.

And he was actually okay with that.

Before he didn’t understand lustful men. Didn’t understand why love and sex were such powerful driving forces in people. Well, he knew they were, he got the idea. But it wasn’t before this damn mission did he understand the gravity and just how powerful it was. 

Yes, this was different from anything he experienced before. Being so intimate with someone he genuinely cared for and someone he found to be very hot was a whole other experience. No wonder kings and the Gods in all those stories would start wars over women.

He would step in front of a meteor. He would give up his entire life as a spy if it meant he could kiss her like this for a few seconds more.

He stopped that train of thought before it could snowball further. 

His left hand which was trapped under the weight of her body strategically maneuvered free and brushed some of her hair off her cheek. His lips followed suit. Peppering little kisses along the edge of her mouth, down her plump and flushed cheeks, before slowing down at her jawline.

He didn’t have to ask this time because she let out a deep breath before giving him the chance.

“This is okay, Loid.”

And so he went deeper, nuzzling into her neck. Her little gasps only encouraged him further as he sucked on a specific spot that brought that little squeak he adored back out of her.

He released her from his vampiric grasp and hovered over her face, eyes watching her closely, and so intimately. She was completely flustered, looking almost like she did when she was drunk.

“We don’t have to do all of that in front of everyone else. I think a simple kiss would suffice.” He stated, more so to remind himself rather than to let just her know.

“Yeah.”

“But I would like to keep practicing these kinds of kisses if that’s alright with you.”

“Yes please Loid.”

Loid bit his bottom lip holding back whatever guttural moan was threatening to escape him when she answered him so politely and so eagerly.

He found himself speechless when she smiled at him, almost laughing as if she realized just what sort of predicament they got themselves into. But it also made Loid very aware of how his body was completely against hers and how swollen her lips looked. And suddenly he was nervous. He could feel the soft shakes of her chest against his. Why was she laughing?

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing bad. Just… I’m having fun.”

Loid couldn’t help the relief flooding through him as he sighed. “Me too. I’m glad I’m making your first kiss enjoyable.”

“I really like kissing you, Loid.” She let go of his shirt and wrapped her arms around him to pull him down into her embrace. “Thank you for making me feel safe and secure for my first kiss.”

“I like kissing you too, Yor.” He paused, inhaling the scent of her rose shampoo. “You don’t have to thank me though. I should be thanking you for letting me… letting me get so carried away. None of this is really necessary for our agreement.”

“That’s alright with me.”

“But if you’d like, we can make it a perk of our agreement.”

She loosened her grip on him to listen closer and let him lift himself back up, not entirely getting off of her though.

“Like?”

“I can kiss you out in public more often. But also when we’re alone. I’d like to kiss you now and then. I really like kissing you.”

Yor’s jaw went slack and her eyes widened. She was digesting everything he said and thought it through to herself.

Twilight! Twilight! No! No personal feelings can get involved in the mission. Do not indulge your selfish desires.

Fuck that. As of right now, he logically believed he could have both. For now at least. He could have very real feelings for Yor and carry out the rest of Operation Strix. If anything his feelings for her made his resolve stronger, made this family just a bit more believable, and most of all made him have fun being with someone as his genuine self.

“I’d like that.” She finally answered with a bright, almost Starlight Anya bright, grin.

Loid leaned down again, lips pressing against hers while he smiled back. Indulging himself in his selfish desires was addicting and he never wanted the moment to end.

Feeling her squeeze his shoulder blades, her hands grasping him almost lifting herself up off the couch even though he was practically laying on her at this point. Somehow, even he agreed it wasn’t close enough.

He felt her nibble softly on his bottom lip, catching him off guard and he couldn’t help the moan that crawled up his throat.

He felt her smile against him, seemingly pleased with her venture. 

Twilight, you are in love with Yo—

“Mama! Papa! Anya is home!

Their lips were still together when their eyes opened. Loid could feel his and Yor’s stuttering heartbeats with their chests pressed so closely.

They both shot straight up and managed to leave a few inches between each other as Anya stepped into the living room.

“Oh hello Anya, how was school?”

“Did you get your history test back?”

Anya raised a brow at them and their insistent questions said at a higher volume level than normal while both were out of breath.

She looked at each of them with furrowed brows before looking at Loid’s empty chair he usually occupied.

“Mama and Papa were flirting.”

“WE WERE N—“

“Yes. And?” 

Yor looked over at Loid with mouth agape in shock.

“Nothing, just don’t be too gross like the people in Becky's show while Anya’s around.” She said it so casually before running to her room to call out to Bond who was probably sleeping or respectfully avoiding the two’s private make-out session.

Loid sighed in relief realizing Anya was a lot more aware and understanding than he gave her credit for as he shared a nervous chuckle with Yor.

“I figured it wouldn’t hurt to be a little honest with her. Because this time we kind of were.”

Yor took a moment to realize what he said before blushing harder than she already was. 

Right, he just implied he was flirting. This wasn’t just a practice kiss for appearances. No, he was actually, genuinely conveying some sort of feeling to her. If she picked up on it or not, we’ll that’s up to her. As long as she was comfortable he was okay with whatever was going on between them. If she didn’t catch real feelings, then that was okay with him too. As long as he made her experience enjoyable, made her feel secure, and let her do whatever she wanted on her terms… Well, then he was okay with being selfish.

“Bond, come on, I want to show you too.” Anya shrieked, racing ahead of the dog to stand in front of her parents with hands on her hips quite proudly.

She waited for Bond to sit next to her before she reached into her bag.

“Tada!”

She laid down a piece of paper with a big 84 written on the top with a smiley face next to it and the words ‘Well Done Forger ’ written in very elegant handwriting.

She eagerly awaited her parents' reactions. 

Both Loid and Yor did a double take. Before fully leaning forward and together grabbing the paper to make sure their eyes weren’t fooling them.

She not only passed. She did very well, this was probably the highest score she’s gotten on anything that wasn’t her Classical Languages class.

“Congrats Anya! I’m so proud of you.” Yor got up out of her seat and walked over to the girl, kneeled down, and scooped her into her arms.

“That tutor must’ve been really good huh?” Loid mentioned carefully. “But well done Anya, I’ll make hamburg steak for dinner tonight and you can have an extra hour of TV time for a job well done."

“Yay! Sy-on boy is a really good teacher when he’s not being mean and annoying.” She rolled her eyes as she finished her statement.

Yor beamed, “Oh it was Damian! I’ll have to make sure I thank Melinda next time I see her.”

“You should bring him a gift as thanks and make sure you let him know you’re grateful for his help.”

“Aye aye, Captain.” Anya saluted him while Yor continued to cuddle the girl.

Loid let himself relax as he gazed at the score again. At first, he was a bit bothered Damian seemed to be infatuated with Anya, especially given that Donovan Desmond was his current enemy in this mission. As much as he wanted Anya to be friends with him it was off-putting that his not-real child was friends with the son of a dangerous man.

But then again Damian was just a child with an innocent crush. While he teased Anya (with Anya tending to fight and tease him back) they seemed to get along nevertheless. And if this growing friendship included Anya’s grades improving, then he couldn’t complain.

“You know when your Uncle Yuri brought home good grades as a child, you know how I rewarded him?”

Anya perked up.

“Chuuuu…” Yor made a sweet coo as she leaned down and repeatedly kissed Anya’s cheek.

Anya giggled. It warmed his heart to know that Yor genuinely cared for Anya. Loving her just as much as he did. But this kiss attack she gave Anya did remind him of what they were doing moments ago. And he was becoming jeal—

“Papa is jealous,” Anya said so innocently as if it was an everyday occurrence.

Loid blushed.

“Yes, I am. And I’m going to do more gross things to your Mama if you don’t go start some of your homework while I start dinner.”

Anya growled at him. “But Anya did good!”

“Yes, but you still have homework, it’s not gonna end once you start getting good grades.”

She pouted at him for a few more moments before he caved, she did do good, she can play for a bit before starting homework.

“Fine, you can play until dinner but then after dinner, you have to do homework before you get your extra anime time.”

“Yay!” Anya cheered before leaning over to hug Bond. “Bond, go get Mr. Chimera and bring him out here.” She dropped her school bag and left along with him. “I gotta get supplies!”

Yor returned to her feet and turned to Loid. “You're a good father, Loid. I think that is part of the reason why I—“ Suddenly she stopped speaking, turned away from him, and picked up their cups and saucers to bring to the kitchen.

He watched her, smiling to himself over how easily flustered she got. She walked away from him and he caught the sight of that exposed skin on her back. His breathing stuttered when he noticed some red markings the exact size of his fingers littering the perfectly smooth skin.

His heart raced a bit.

His wife was hot. And he got to kiss her whenever they wanted to. 

Her body disappeared into the kitchen and he felt himself relax a bit even though he was kind of sad he couldn’t look at it anymore. And even more, saddened he couldn’t touch it anymore.

Is this his kink? This little exposed skin on Yor’s back was able to get him all hot and bothered. He barely knew what kinks were, having only done sexual acts so by the book with a single goal in mind, to fulfill his mission's goals. He never considered his own sexual needs, seeing them as a distraction and hindrance and not ever finding joy in them. So he never lingered on thoughts of what would actually get him off. 

But now, maybe that changed.

He’d pocket those thoughts for later, when he was in his room, alone.

“Papa is a pervert.”

Loid sighed half surprised but also not really, turning towards his daughter and their dog who had seemingly returned without his notice. “Anya, where did you learn that word?”

“Becky… She says one of the guys in Berlint in Love is a perv.”

“And do you know what that means?”

“She says Sy-on boy better not make any perverted moves on me when we study.”

Loid choked on his saliva, suddenly not concerned with Becky’s influence on Anya anymore. “And has he?”

“No, he’s a tsundere like you Papa.” She paused. “But you and Mama were definitely shacking it up before I got home.”

Loid didn’t even dwell on the accusation nor the insinuation that she was aware Damian had a crush on her. But the words alone of whatever he and Yor ‘shacking up’ would look like conjured up the most hard-on-inducing image in his brain. It lasted for just the slightest of seconds before he shook it out of his brain out of respect.

However, Anya's disgusted and shocked expression did not go amiss and Loid only caught a glimpse of her reaction before he responded looking over at the kitchen and finding Yor walking out of it to go to her bedroom.

“We were kissing, but that’s not ‘shacking it up ’ as what I assume Becky was talking about.”

Anya suddenly forgot why she was shocked in the first place. Instead, she beamed. Beamed so brightly she transformed into Starlight Anya.

Loid relaxed seeing her reaction. Of course, she would be happy to have parents in a healthy amicable relationship. She is just as aware as they are of how not real it is. But the prospects of it seeming to be so, most definitely made her happy.

He didn’t feel like he had to hide it from her.

“Mama is very pretty.”

“Yeah, very pretty.” His wife was hot. But she was even more than that.

“Is Mama being hot mean the same thing as her being pretty?”

“Sort of, sometimes it can mean something even more than pretty, depending on who’s saying it.” Why did she always seem to know exactly what was going on in his head?

Anya beamed again.

“Papa, don’t ever break her heart okay.”

Loid raised a brow. Where on earth was this coming from?

But he thought about it.

He most definitely had a crush on his fake wife. The effects this will have on this mission? Probably not good. Well, it’ll definitely not be good at all for when the mission ends.

At least he didn’t have to pretend to adore his wife. That was a plus.

But something about a first crush is that it’s new, it’s exciting, and it’s so hard to fight off. It’s so addicting. And now that Loid had a taste of her, a taste of real infatuation and adoration. He wasn’t sure if he can suppress it without putting the mission at stake.

Whatever happens, when this mission ends, that’s a problem that he’ll have to deal with then. Depending if this love fades (unlikely) or spreads, Yor and Anya are things he’ll fight for when all this ‘ends’. He’s in too deep now.

But the Loid Forger Twilight, who gently brushed some hair out of his daughter's face, this man had no intentions of hurting Yor (nor Anya) at all. 

“Don’t worry Anya. I will ensure both your happiness no matter what happens.”

She saluted him. “And I will do the same. Me and Bond will make sure you and Mama will be happy and we can all be together forever.”

And Loid believed her. He wanted that to be true. In an ideal world, yes he’d like this to continue forever. A part of him wanted to toss those thoughts away and be logical but the other part wanted to hold on to them. It made him feel joy, he felt safe with those thoughts, and he felt stronger.

“Papa?”

“Yes, Anya.”

“Can I have hamburg steak now?”

Loid just chuckled as the girl's stomach rumbled. As he got to his feet and ruffled the girl's hair. 

“I’m thinking I can also make some peanut butter cookies, how does that sound.”

“YOU’RE THE BEST PAPA!”

Loid raised the collar of his coat as he walked down the road, adjusting his hat as he watched his shadow at his side illuminated by the street lamps on this chilly December night.

“Loid…” Franky mumbled from his newsstand he had started to close up for the day.

Loid leaned on the counter.

“Anything from the Handler?”

“Nope. Anything for me to let her know?” Franky seemed preoccupied with other thoughts as he put away some magazines and locked up the cash register.

“Anya’s grades are improving, apparently the Desmond boy's tutoring is working.”

Franky perked up at this news, seemingly interested now and leaning close to tease Loid. “Feeling a pit protective Papa.”

“Shut it.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I’m not coming with you to spy on their study sessions again if you're going to ask.”

“I need you for something else.”

Franky didn’t respond, once again uninterested.

“I need you to watch Anya New Year's Eve for me. Yor and I have a party to go to.”

Franky dropped the box of chocolates he was putting away and groaned. 

“I told you I’m not a babysitter!” He paused, “And what if I told you I have New Year's plans with a lady friend?"

“Well, do you?” Loid raised a brow.

Franky just groaned and that angered expression was enough of an answer.

“Pay me double 'cause it’s a holiday.”

“Sure whatever.”

Franky finished putting away the last of the store's belongings and started to close the window. He stepped out of the stand and met Loid at the front so they could walk together.

“So are you and Yor gonna kiss then, it’s kind of expected of you at a New Year's Party.”

“Yes, I even had her practice with me earlier. She seemed to like it, so I think we’ll be able to pull it off.”

Franky stopped walking and groaned. He grabbed at the ends of his hair in frustration. Loid merely looked back at him, doing his absolute best to hide the smug expression he wanted to display.

“You're just rubbing it in huh?"

“I’m not doing anything. Just relaying details on the mission.”

“Mission smission blah blah blah…”  He finally pulled himself together so they could continue their walk and mimicked Loid’s voice in a very out-of-character manner. "I’m Loid Forger and I’m totally  not enjoying the fact I can make out with my super hot wife whenever I want.”

“It is pretty nice.” The smug look slipped out and Franky did not miss it. “She said she was having fun, and I think I am too.”

“Shut it. I don’t want to hear it.” Franky put his fingers in his ears and continued walking.

The silence was short-lived. Loid was satisfied with his gloating and Franky seemingly got over his jealousy.

“Listen, Twilight.” He paused before clarifying. “And I’m asking Twilight, not Loid.”

He had a feeling he knew where this was going.

“Do you have real feelings for Yor?” Franky waited and saw Twilight's gaze soften and didn’t prod further. He didn’t need an answer anyway, he always figured and thought it was inevitable seeing their compatibility and chemistry together. If Twilight said it out loud though, it’d probably only anger Franky, in a congratulatory yet annoyed sort of way.

“It’s not like you to fool around with women because you like it, and not just for the mission's sake. I won’t tell the Handler. But it’s a bit refreshing, to see you kind of drop the whole ‘I’m Twilight the best spy in the world and all I do is take things too seriously and act cold’  facade once in a while. Makes you feel less intimidating to work with, and more like a real person.”

Loid looked over at him and was met with a soft gaze.

“Anya and Yor, they’re good people and they make you happy. Don’t feel guilty for having feelings like any normal person. As long as everyone’s happy and the mission goes well, there’s no harm in enjoying yourself.”

Loid smiled. Franky was very rarely so genuine with him. Either he cracked jokes or complained. That was the basis of their ‘friendship’. But when it came down to it, Franky cared about Loid, and he enjoyed helping care for Anya. He was a good guy through and through. It’s a shame he lacked any charisma to land him a woman.

“I am enjoying making out with my hot wife.”

“Shut it smart ass. Or I’ll tell the Handler you got a crush on your wife.”

“My hot wife.”

“SHUT UP!”