#bday fic again
A/N: Birthday Quickie for the great jude~ @commieakko . Sorry for the slapdash fic and quality ;-; sorry.
“Diakko dancing in the kitchen” was the prompt~
Enjoy?
~Shintori Khazumi
The pot simmered, steadily heading into a boil. The pressure behind its glass top allowed her dish to whistle along to her gentle humming as she decorated three plates with garnish.
“Hmmhmm… hmmm… aaanndddd… perfect!” Akko nodded to herself in pride as she looked over her cooking. Turning to the pot, she gave it a final taste check before moaning in delight and approval.
Turning the stove off, she reached over to the cupboard to acquire a set of bowls, scooping the steamy soup into servings before setting them on individual trays alongside the plates.
Now, what else did she need… Ah! Utensils-
Before she could turn around to reach for the kitchen’s island, arms slipped around her waist, thumbs rubbing along the fabric of her apron over her stomach. A comfortable weight settled onto her shoulder, against her back.
The tune she had previously been humming- Shiny Chariot’s third anime opening- greeted her ears in a sweet melodic delivery, warm and soft.
Akko smiled. Her hands came to rest on those on her stomach, intertwining their fingers as she felt herself slowly being swayed to the music provided by none other than her lovely wife, Diana Cavendish.
“Welcome Home.” She murmured, heart fluttering as a kiss was pressed to her temple.
“I’m Home.”- was whispered in her ear, alongside a gentle kiss placed there.
Akko felt giggles bubbling from her heart as Diana pulled back momentarily, only to twirl Akko smoothly, making her now face a grinning Diana.
“One, two, three… one, two, three…” She chanted.
Akko laughed, taking a step forward, and two steps back, following the lead that Diana had set.
They continued to dance about the kitchen, carefully navigating around the island and the shelves, sometimes bumping into the sink and cupboards, and laughing away the slight aches they felt, peppering kisses of apology on one another’s faces.
“You are a silly girl, Diana Cavendish.” Akko chuckled, cupping Diana’s face and brushing thumb pads along defined cheekbones, lifted up in a blinding smile. “You look so happy.” Akko remarked, a quiver in her tone and tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
“I am.” Diana grinned wider, bumping her forehead against Akko’s nuzzling their noses together. “Thanks to you…”
It was like the world stopped spinning, the air stilling, and the music playing in their heads silenced.
They stared into one another’s eyes, occasionally flicking their gazes down to one another’s lips, breaths mingling softly.
“May I?” Diana breathed quietly.
Akko giggled, leaning in to kiss just beside Diana’s lips. “You may now kiss your bride.”
Akko would like to argue that she did not understand the magic of first kisses. After all, every kiss with Diana was just as memorable and magical as the first- each its own unique enchantment of an experience.
Today’s tasted like Miso soup, sounded like a symphony, and felt like a dance- it was encompassing and savory, and kind like Diana always was.
Diana’s fingers played with strands of her hair, and then the lobes of her ear, tipping Akko’s head up to deepen the kiss, carefully dipping her tongue between Akko’s lips as she was allowed entrance by her wife.
Akko sighed in content, hands grasping Diana’s blazer as to not just fall to her knees. An arm came to support her around her waist, pulling her closer until Akko believed there was no distance to close anymore.
They broke the kiss as she lost breath, panting heavily as she leaned against Diana’s chest, kissing her shoulder.
“I love you.”
“I love you most.”
Looking up, Akko felt her held-back tears slip out, gratitude inexpressible as she hoped Diana could see it in her eyes and understand enough.
She did, her own tears escaping, cascading down the side of her face.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you with all of my believing heart.”
As they reveled in that moment, they missed the click of the front door’s lock, and the swift padding of feet against the wood floors.
They only realized they were not alone when a weigh latched onto the both of them from the side, hugging tight.
“I’m home, Mama, Mummy!” Shimmering blue eyes and familiar brown hair greeted them, Akko and Diana holding back a sob as they made space to welcome their precious bundle of love into their embrace.
Everything was in place in Akko’s kitchen- and in her life as well- and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Welcome Home, my loves.”
Welcome Home.
A/N: Hope you liked it!
~Shintori Khazumi
