The day of their date dawned warm and sunny. Elly and Hizashi decided to go shopping at some outdoor boutiques along the beach and then grab a light lunch. The incognito Hero couple wore casual clothing, a black lace top with a dark came underneath for her and a simple white shirt and jeans for him. Hizashi, however, had picked out a black leather jacket to go with his outfit. The collar was nowhere near as large as the one he wore for work, and was missing the spiked pads and braces. He took it off halfway through and carried it on one finger along his back as they walked.
When they decided on a place for lunch he hung it up on a hook the restaurant had on their tall booths before sitting beside Elly. They ordered and were talking about the bags on the other side of the table; about what they had bought and where to go next when a snatch of conversation from the next booth over was heard quite clearly.
"Ugh, my boss is most likely bipolar. He flips his lid on me after I make a simple mistake. I fixed it within an hour or so, okay? Like, what the hell." The woman sighed dramatically and her friend comforted her.
Hizashi looked over at his wife. Her entire body had stiffened and he could feel her tail swishing angrily behind her. It was more like twitching, since she was sitting with her back on it, but he knew it meant she was upset. He rubbed her shoulder where his hand was resting. "You okay, princess?"
She bit her lower lip and nodded silently.
He blinked. "Uh, 'cause you're clawing the tabletop. Good thing it's hardwood!"
She glanced down in surprise. "Oh." Slowly relaxing her clenching fists, she settled back with several low, long breaths.
"You want to order a drink? I know it's early, but I'm drivin' so you're cool."
"Mmmn." Elly shrugged, picked up the drink menu and perused it while her husband made deliberately goofy suggestions, eventually pointing out one drink that had gummy fish in a bowl of blue alcohol. She raised her head and kissed his chin, nodding. "Okay, you win. That looks interesting. Plus I could use the extra help to calm down."
Hizashi flagged their waitress down and she ordered it with a smile, pushing all hints of anger she had been showing away while the woman was there.
"It was just... ugh. Everywhere I go online or in public I hear people saying 'ooh, they must be <i>bipolar</i>', when they're talking about someone they think is being an asshole. I hate that!"
"Yeah, I know. Sucks." He kissed her cheek. "You know I had to, uh, explain to a few people that you weren't abusive when we started dating." His expression firmed, his green-gold eyes hardening under the red glasses he wore. "Loudly. 'Cause they wouldn't listen."
"Idiots," she snorted. "If someone's an ass, they're an ass. Being neurologically divergent doesn't immediately mean you're a bad person."
"Yeah."
Her drink came then, and her mood softened in between sips and guarding it - badly -- from Hizashi, who stole one of her candies hanging off the side.
"Zashi!"
"Whaaat? I love these!" He wiggled his mustache at her while he made a show of biting off the fish head. At this point he was being silly on purpose and rather loud, not paying attention to his surroundings but rather focusing wholly on his wife. "Mmm, green."
"Green isn't a flavor, you nerd." She was laughing now, trying not to dribble the expensive drink all over herself.
"Is too! Green Swedish fish are ...green flavored."
"Hizashi -"
"Well, they're not lime."
"It's pineapple!"
He turned around to face her with one eyebrows up, one eye huge and the other squinted as he regarded her incredulously. "<i>You're shitting me.</i>"
"It's true! Google it!"
He waved a hand around. "Nah, I believe you. But holy shit, pineapple?! Huh."
At this time the table behind them had finished eating and as they were passing by, one of the ladies paused to glare at them. Elly flicked her ears and stared back.
"Yes? Can I help you?"
"You may want to be a bit more quiet in the future," the woman sniffed. "It was very loud sitting next to you after your - ah, husband? -- got drunk."
Hizashi giggled giddily, not helping his case at all. "I'm not drunk."
"He's really not," Elly confirmed. "He's got work later and he can't even have soda, let alone alcohol." She pointed at his glass of water nearby.
Her companion shook her head in apology and tried to drag her off. "Come on, let's go. They weren't that loud."
The woman, however, was staring at her purple hair and ears with a frown. Since Elly was seated and somewhat hidden from view, she had let her ears and tail be visible. Then she turned her head. Hizashi's black leather jacket was hanging up on a hook on the other side of the booth, and she blinked stupidly at it.
Elly wrinkled her nose and sighed when the inevitable realization flooded the woman's features. "Partly my fault, really, but you wore that leather jacket."
"It's not like it's my work one!"
"It still makes you more recognizable." Elly grinned at him. "I think you can see," she said calmly, laying a hand affectionately on Hizashi's arm, "why my husband might sometimes get a little <i>loud</i>."
He grinned sheepishly, then flashed a much wider, one-hundred percent Present Mic smile at the now-stunned woman. "Yeah. Sorry."
Her friend chuckled and finally managed to pull her out the door as she gaped at them.
"Wow, it shut 'em up <i>and</i> they didn't bug us for autographs? This <i>is</i> a special day!"
They decided to go home after eating.
The date had gone well, despite the confrontational bump along the way, and Hizashi demonstrated several times in the car ride back that he was 'in the mood for some lovin'', as he put it.
They barely got through the front door before he was on her. Elly kicked off her shoes and then squealed as he lunged forward to attack.
"Mmm, baby, that top is gorgeous on you." He ran his hands down the front, tracing the pattern of lace on her breasts. His hot breath panted on her neck as he peppered her with kisses from behind, humming low in his throat. "Gimme, gimme."
"Oh my <i>god</i>, Zashi," Elly choked, melting against him and basically letting him do as he pleased. "Just take it off!"
"Oh, hell yeah." He picked her up and walked a few feet over to the couch in the living room. "You got it, baby."
But when he shucked his top clothing, she shook her head. "Uh uh, you keep that jacket on, mister."
"Oho!" He paused in the process of tossing his t-shirt aside. "I know how much you love it when I wear leather. To be honest, that's really why I took this with me today." Hizashi slipped it on over his bare upper body and she purred happily, reaching up to touch his cheek. He wiggled his eyebrows at her in a suggestive fashion before she took off his glasses and placed them on the coffee table.
He bent closer so he could see her better. "I love it when you get this horny for me, baby. Makes me feel good." His greenish-gold eyes whirled, the circles in them seeming to spin as he set his forehead on hers to look deeply into her own.
"Hizashi," she huffed in exasperation, "I'm damn near always turned on by you. You could wear a paper bag and I'd get horny."
He burst out laughing. "I'm'a try that someday!"
"What have I done," she mourned.
"It's yer own fault!" He crowed, looking around at the pile of shopping they'd done that day. "I can even use those over there! That one with the eighties lookin' design would be sooooo chic..!"
His cheeky grin faltered when she dipped swiftly under him and kissed his throat. His speech faltered to a stop and he started groaning instead as she showered affection on one of his most sensitive parts.
"Mnn. Cat got your tongue, sweetie?"
"Hrrgh," he mumbled dazedly. "She's got more'n <i>that</i>." His hips jerked as Elly fondled him through his worn jeans. "These're tight. Take me out, babe, please."
"They weren't that tight before," she giggled, un-snapping them and carefully pulling the zipper down.
"Sh - shhit, aah. Yeah. Yeah, do that squeeze thing." He let out a gust of air and then moaned weakly. "Baby, oh <i>baby</i>, yeah!"
Elly decided to focus on his pleasure and peeled his red boxer briefs off slowly with one hand while her other teased his hardened flesh. Pants and underwear around his ankles, Hizashi was wobbly on top and soon began to wriggle even more as she brought her hand up, licking her palm before returning to his erection. He whined and arched his back as she rubbed and squeezed.
Saliva wasn't the best lubricant, however, and soon she was rooting around in an end table for the real stuff. This gave him a moment to gather his wits about him.
"'Sup there?" He squinted, trying to see what she was doing.
"I'm getting the lube. I just want you to relax and enjoy yourself."
"I'm fed, an' warm, an' kinda tired from our date," he warned. "I'm gonna fall asleep on ya, kiddo, if you get me off first."
"It's okay. You can owe me." She applied a much slicker palm to his rigid member and he threw his head back, howling softly at the ceiling. Hizashi was soon babbling, a steady stream of pleasure and praise falling from his softly parted lips as she stroked him. She used her other hand to slide along his rear, ticklishly searching for a certain spot. When she found it he made an impressive attempt to grind himself down on both her hands. It didn't take long before he winced, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he bit his lower lip. His abdomen flexed, thighs tensing as his body expelled several warm bursts onto her hands and belly.
It took a few minutes until he started breathing normally again. When he came to, his eyes were stunned.
"Wh - where'd you learn to do <i>that</i>?!"
"Internet," she said primly.
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