Kira comes home.

Kira unlocked the door, the jingle of keys audible from the outside of the apartment. In one arm she carried a large brown paper bag. She glanced at the tv. “That’s Mata’s favorite show, let me guess she didn’t even offer to let you pick?” Arthur shrugged and laughed. “Pretty much, she certainly has very strong feelings about it.”

“Well, you stay there. I got dinner.” She dropped the bag. Arthur took a minute to recognize the logo on the side. “Is that Eladrin Cuisine? They’re one of the nicest restaurants in the city, I didn’t even think you could do to go orders.”

Kira had causally brought home some of the best food in the city. It normally only catered to politicians, celebrities, heroes and the richest of clientele. Kira smirked. “A girl can’t reveal all her secrets.” Arthur stood up and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed plates and silverware and set them out on the table, while Kira carefully unwrapped containers.

Arthur came in behind her and wrapped an arm around her midsection, she turned her head and they shared a kiss, the food temporarily forgotten. Delicately maneuvering between her tusks. Her hands and legs trembled and she braced herself against the counter. Arthur’s other hand slid up her shirt, her midsection was so toned, hard muscle under silk green skin. His fingers found their target and her knees buckled dangerously.

Only the countertop and Arthur’s newfound physique kept her upright. His other hand drifted south. The kiss broke. He whispered in her ear. “How ever shall I show my appreciation?” He rubbed her clit with his middle finger, applying a torturously light touch. Hot rivulets dripped down the inside of her marble thighs, getting dangerously close to leaving a puddle underneath her.

She whimpered under the sudden attention. She tilted her head back and her breathing became ragged. Arthur nibbled at her ear. “Please,” she gasped, but the rest of that thought was forgotten as he increased the pressure and she climaxed, violently, bucking against him. When she finally steadied herself he planted a kiss gently on her neck. She shuddered.

“Why don’t you sit? I’ll bring over the food.” She finally got out. Kira’s head was still spinning. Arthur grinned as he pulls his fingers away from her soaked clit. He sat at the table in a reclined position. Kira began unpacking the food again. Arthur spotted movement out of the corner of his eye.