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Third floor on the west side, me and you / Handsome, you're a mansion with a view
Hiromi had long days at work to say the least. Between reading files, speaking to clients, and doing extensive research in his cases, he was completely worn out by the end of the day.
Today in particular, he was ready to pass out as soon as he stepped inside the door of your shared apartment and set his briefcase down. Sighing, he runs a long hand over his face, calling out for you. "Darling?"
He makes his way to your bedroom where he finds you tucked into bed, reading a fantasy novel you'd picked up earlier that week. You didn't see him enter, so he takes the opportunity to admire you from afar. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.
As you turn the page, you see him in the corner of your vision. You close your book excitedly, rolling onto your side and propping your head on your hand to get a better view of your husband.
"Were you watching me?" you ask with a small giggle. "Stalker."
He just smiles, walking over to the edge of the bed. He takes your face in his hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb.
"How was your day, darling?" he asks.
"Better now that you're here," you admit, "How about yours?"
He takes his hand back, loosening his tie, "Nothing new."
His tie hung loosely around his neck now, his crisp white unbuttoned at the top and his hair astray. You loved seeing him like this, when he didn't have to impress anyone or [something].
He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over you, using one arm to shrug of the shoulders of his blazer and the other to balance himself. Your cheeks warmed slightly at his closeness. You were used to being intimate with him, but he was never quite this direct, especially after work.
After what seemed like ages of him teasing you, he got his blazer off and was holding it behind his back, draped over his shoulder lazily.
You sat up a little, propping yourself op on your elbows to look at him. "How were your clients today?"
He tilted his head slightly as if he was thinking. "Tedious and incompetent. Like most of the people I work with."
You laughed a little at his antics, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.
Maybe he took that as a sign of your eagerness, because he tossed his blazer to the ground with a flourish. He propped himself up on his knees before you, one on each side, and continued unbuttoning his shirt.
You grabbed his hands, stopping him and insisting you do it yourself. he let you, your fingers undoing each button with care. His shirt joined his blazer on the floor, which was soon joined by his pants and your clothes.
Hiromi always had a long day at work, but he almost always had longer nights.