It was times like this that Moriko wasn't certain if she was doing enough for her boyfriend.
Tai and Rou were both gone for the night, they were off on missions with their respective teams, and Moriko had only gotten back that morning from a mission with her own team.
Overall Gankona handled his siblings being on missions well, he didn't show too much concern, deciding to trust their training, abilities and their teams. But when one was gone the other was typically home, leaving him with one sibling to distract himself from the lack of the other's presence. He didn't like the missions that would be overnight or longer, but still he composed himself carefully.
Now both his siblings were gone, leaving him with Moriko. As much as he pretended he was fine, Moriko was calling bullshit, but she couldn't seem to successfully distract him from his funk.
They were at the point she had a grasp of what was going on behind those dark eyes. Saying they were fine, cursing himself, thinking that worrying about them meant he was doubting them, but still wanting to know if they were okay.
Moriko watched him, almost seeing the vicious cycle of worrying and telling himself not to worry, loop in his head like a CD player with a stuck 'repeat' button. She knew that cycle well enough knowing he needed the distraction, but nothing she did seem to work. She knew he'd go through the motions just to please her, but his mind would be miles away.
She adored Taiga and Roujin, she was quickly adopting them as the younger siblings she always wanted, but worrying about them won't do anything right now. They were in their sensei's capable hands, right now their brother, the man she knew she was falling in love with, was her main concern.
He was reading a book she had brought over, it was still hard to pinpoint exactly what he liked book-wise, but he always read non-fiction. She gave him a book on plants, something he'd usually be engrossed in, but she saw his dark eyes glance to the window, still distracted. They had gone on a walk earlier just to enjoy the day, but he was quieter then usual. Something she wouldn't think was possible if she hadn't seen him in one of his moods, but this wasn't a mood where he needed space. This was a caring brother that wanted to know his siblings were safe, and was trying not to stress out about it. He needed the distraction, but was refusing to even acknowledge that his mind was troubled.
He only casually looked up went she touched his arm to get his attention. Moriko smiled at him softly, moving her hands to communicate with him 'Do you want to go out to eat then go to the bar?'
Just please stop sulking honey, they're fine was what her expression said.
He just looked at her, saw her silent plea, and responded with an almost bored expression, I'm not sulking, I know they are fine. I'm just not in the mood for people was what it said. It wasn't harsh, just more of a statement of facts according to the Fujihara.
Moriko suppressed the want to raise her brow, as if to question that he's ever 'in the mood for people'. Instead she just shook her head, 'Or I can make dinner, we can just relax here.'
'If you don't mind cooking,' was his response, before he went back to looking at the book. More to amuse her then to read it. Moriko never minded cooking, so he didn't look to her for an answer. He already knew what it would be
Moriko nodded and placed a soft kiss on his temple, she got a bit of her desired reaction, a subtle flicker of the lips showing a ghost of a smile. She turned from him and went to gather what she would need to make dinner. She chopped the vegetables and thought to herself. She felt like she was failing him a bit by not being able to distract him. It was his siblings, kids he pretty much raised, so of course he was allowed to worry, but she didn't think this was something she should leave him alone for. It's not something she should let him dwell on. Hence trying to distract him... but with what?
What would Mina or Kanmuri do if they needed to distract their men? Moriko blinked and shook her head, okay 'What would Mina do' may not be a question she wanted answered. More then likely Mina would just strip naked and demand attention. Moriko didn't feel she could quite do that just yet... Kan was more her speed, and she was learning a bit from the woman about straying outside of her comfort zone to surprise her significant other. She should surprise Gankona... Just take his guard off enough to be able to pull his mind from his worries.
Her mind wondered a bit to that gathering at Kuon's mom's silk shop a little while ago. Mina, Kanmuri, and herself were there to look at and try on some of the new silk items the silk master had just created. It was interesting enough, silk panties, undies... outfits... sleepwear... She recalled Gankona's barely concealed reaction on her birthday when she came to him all dressed up thanks to Mina and her aunt. Moriko sighed, the silk pieces she was talked into taking were at her place. They would do her no good here. She would need to improvise. She looked down at the plain white cooking apron she was wearing, and thought of the silk ones at the shop... that weren't really for cooking. Her face flushed slightly as an idea came to mind. She temporarily abandoned her work and slipped to Gankona's room. She stripped off her shirt and pants, and put the apron back on while she was only wearing her nude colored panties and bra. This is okay, he's seen her in her undergarments... just now she was cooking in them with only a apron over them...
This was bold for her, and hopefully just what she needed to do to get Gankona's attention. Hopefully she wasn't sending any signals she wasn't ready for, but the Fujihara was a gentlemen when it came to her space. She was sure he won't do anything she wasn't comfortable with.
Taking a deep breath she returned to her work in the kitchen, she had to be casual about this. Pretend nothing was going on and let Gankona notice on his own. He usually would pop in to check on the cooking and smell the progress.
Soon enough as she was getting everything ready for the oven, she saw him from the corner of her eye. He had noticed. Another blush crept along her cheeks, but she said nothing about it as she looked back at him, signing as if nothing was different.
'Almost ready, I just need to let it cook.'
He was staring at her, his expression was mixed. His eyes seemed a bit puzzled, but she could tell he was keeping his demeanor from looking too pleased. He did that too when he saw her in the silk dress. Why did he do that? Did he think she'd be scared off of he seemed pleased about something? She wanted to see him pleased. Maybe it was a Fujihara thing and he just didn't want to be obvious? That seemed to be the most likely answer. Finally he signed at her.
'What are you doing?'
She pulled off the most innocent look she could manage, 'Cooking.' of course, the blush made her look more guilty then innocent.
He allowed her to put the pan in the oven before he approached her, 'Thats not what I'm talking about,' he signed with a slight smirk and a mischievous glint in his eye. He puts his hands on her waist, lifting her up and sitting her on the counter as if she was a child. Moriko's blush deepened not knowing what he was up to; if he was picking on her height again or had more mature plans. Still she noticed he hadn't touched her butt or any of her intimate areas she hadn't yet given him permission to touch, even though he put his waist between her legs. Her heart started to hammer as she met his gaze again. Still smirking, he signed at her, 'If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was say so.'
She pouted at him for a moment, then her lips parted in a slightly to protest. She did this for him!
Well... really the point was to get his attention, so now that she had it, what now?
The Fujihara seemed to have the answer to that, slipping a finger under her chin, and closing his lips over hers. Her heart fluttered feeling her arms go around her waist, as hers instinctively went around his neck returning the kiss. When he slowly pulled away she looked at him, smiling softly. His expression was the most relaxed she'd seen it all day as he looked at her. He seemed to like this boldness coming from his girlfriend.
Moriko thought for a moment then took one of his hands from her waist, this was partly to keep him distracted... but partly to reward him for his patience with her. Well she hoped it was a reward anyways. She trusted him. She took his hand and placed it on her chest over the apron. His brows raised slightly, looking intrigued then looking at Moriko's hands for her to explain her movements.
'You can touch me, I'm comfortable with it,' even with her blush, her eyes told him she was sincere. She didn't feel pressured or uncomfortable, and that's what he needed to know.
His other hand wondered lower, his fingertips gracing her bottom, his eyes flickering back to her face, checking his limitations. But she gave a soft smile and a nod, yes it's okay.
Of course it was tempting to squeeze her, play with her a bit as they waited for dinner to cook, but they'd ease into it, just like they had eased into everything else. He'd get her use to his touch in her more sensitive areas, slowly, steadily... but for now, this was fine, light touches to get her accustomed to being touched there in the first place. His hand went from her bottom, his palm slide up her bare side as he looked at her. Moriko on the other hand had done a bit of exploring on her own, parting the hem of his robe. Her fingertips danced down his chest in curiosity. She was still a little wary of what lie below his belt, but it was okay. They would get there.
Moriko looked up at Gankona, pressing her forehead to his slightly, and he responded in kind, both of them closing their eyes. His hands going back to wrapping themselves around her waist, and her arms returning to his shoulders.
This was part of what made Moriko special to him, not needing to say anything, just able to be with her and experience this peace.
The timer dinged, bringing her out of the near trace-like state. Gankona responded when she pulled away. She only smiled softly and lifted her chin towards the oven, indicating the timer went off and the food was ready. He nodded and lifted her down to allow her to take out their food before it burned.
Moriko made their plates and wrapped up the lefts overs as Gankona stood behind her, one arm around her waist, his other hand lightly tracing the design on her back in mild curiosity. He'd never really had a good look at her back before.
Moriko brought the plates to the table but when Gankona sat down, he slide out his arm and scooped her into his lap. She was surprised by this, and looked at him with yet another blush, but something told her it was his way of apologizing for basically ignoring her most of the day. His arm was firmly around her waist as he began to eat. She smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek as she began to eat as well.
Another wonderful advantage of sign language, was never having to worry about talking with a full mouth.
'I never took you for the tattoo type,' he casually signed.
'Well my best friend Niro-san started getting them, and I really admired them,' Moriko explained, 'I found out about chakra tattoos, where the tattoo is basically a chakra reserve, so I decided it'd be useful to my ninjutsu.'
'Has it been useful?'
'I've gotten out of some tight situations because of it. I've considered maybe getting more,' she glanced at him to gauge his reaction. He didn't seem to care about the tattoo one way or another, but she'd like to be sure in case she did get another in the future.
He responded with a shrug, his look saying it all, it's your body, and they don't bother me. He knew the more chakra she had, the stronger she could be.
They didn't feel the need to talk much after that. Neither of them were good at small talk, but Gankona seemed perfectly fine with keeping Moriko on his lap after she had put the dishes in the sink and poured them both some sake from his stash. They just drank and enjoyed the other's closeness. Gankona let his mind stray back to his siblings, but it wasn't the vicious cycle of worry it was before, just hoping they'd both be fine when he saw them in the morning.
Moriko on the other hand just rested her head on his shoulder. Her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on his back, helping him relax, knowing she'd end up offering him a backrub before they went to bed. She perfectly content with how it went, smiling when he planted a kiss on her head.
Maybe she wasn't so bad at this girlfriend thing after all.