Deja Vu || Kamisato Ayato x Reader

The Most Powerful Thing In The World

Falling In With You by Elvis Presley

Ayato POV.

I turn the tap off and wipe the fog away from the mirror, glancing at myself as I dry off the water from my skin with the towel. I put on a thin yukata before heading out into the room, the warm fog spilling out onto the floor.

"Y/N-" My eyes catch her resting on the gold windowsill and I smile warmly, picking her up and placing her on the bed before pulling the blanket over her body. She hums sleepily and I take in her vanilla scent, sitting on the bedside to admire her face. I pull her hair back, kissing her forehead before heading to the study table to do my paperwork as I light up more candles.

I don't know when I'll ever get the chance to have such a night like this again. She avoided me in the day, I'm sure of it but I haven't asked her why yet because I didn't want to make her feel like she had to answer my questions. Doing my paperwork whilst Y/N is sleeping in our bed is something that happened all too often before I turned back time. The fire place would cackle all night as the room is filled with sounds of me flipping papers and scribbling words with a quill on important documents that need my approvals. She would sleep to the sound of this and would occasionally stay up to make me desserts in the kitchen alone so that I wouldn't feel too burdened and stressed. The workload has caused me much insomnia but whenever I sleep with Y/N, her warmth overrides me with sleepiness and I end up dozing off while doing work. She would wake me up and bring me over to the bed to sleep, nestling her face in my neck as I wrap my arms around her body.

I sigh at the flashbacks and grunt as I roll my stiff shoulders again.

"I should really stop overworking myself..." I sigh, rubbing my temples.

"Ayato?" I hear the sheets shift from behind and turn back.

"Ah, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?" I apologise, standing up as I put my quill down.

"Oh no, I just felt like I had slept far too long. I'll go shower now," Y/N laughs at herself and I watch her skip to the bathroom with a towel quickly, smiling at her cuteness. I sit back into my chair and continue on with my paperwork but I'm yet again distracted with the thought of Y/N as I hear the showers hit the floor, the sound of her hands caressing her body with soap quietly. I imagine her in the shower, just like in the past, when the water washed over our warm skins together, our naked bodies moulding against each others in the dim light, wet and soaped.

"Does this tickle?" I pinch the side of her body gently and she flinches, looking back at me.

"You know it tickles there..." She whines and I hug her, burying my head in the corner of her neck, laughing as I press her against the cold shower wall, kissing her neck and jawline.

"Yato..." She mumbles, placing her hands on my chest as if she wants to push me away but can't because she has no strength from the previous night.

"Hm?" I shower her face in wet kisses as the water falls from the top onto us.

"Go on. Didn't you have something to say, my love?" I push back a few strands of her hair that was sticking to the sides of her face.

"We just did it yesterday, I don't have the strength to do it now," She complains, her fingers caressing my cheeks as water trickles down our faces.

"Just take it," I chuckle, kissing her as she wraps her arms around me.

She complains but yet her body moves against mine so perfectly without me needing to say anything. Jumping into my hands as I push her harder onto the wall, her moans filling the shower, hands roaming wildly from my cheeks to my neck to my chest to my back as if she can't possibly get anymore closer to me than she already is, mouth letting me slide in so easily, and I'm turned on by her submission for me. It's as if she's made for me, no. I should say, I am made for her. To be her good husband and lover for life, to do whatever she wanted me to do for life; I am made for her. We are destined.