"You're brilliant you know." Mamoru couldn't help but grin. He stood in the doorway of her office, a coffee in each hand, gazing at her slumped over form while the soft melody of her favorite jazz artists played. His wife, the famous, poised fashion designer, now had her head resting atop her desk moaning incomprehendable words. Mamoru sucked on his bottom lip, it was all he could do from full blown laughing. She was just too adorable at crunch time. It was so unlike her yet, he couldn't hope but see more of her vulnerable side.
"Why me?" Setsuna mumbled. Her long, emerald locks covered her face completely, hiding her exhausted scarlet eyes. "Why me?" she repeated.
Mamoru entered her office then. "Here," he said as he handed his wife her coffee. "It will do you some good."
She gazed up at him, flopped over tendrils messily covering her face, her mouth agape. "You're a savior." Setsuna sat back in her chair and closed her eyes, sipping her coffee with content. "Do you realize that my line debut is less than two months away?" A loud, exasperated sigh escaped her lips then. "I don't even have a design I appreciate. Nothing that I can proudly say is Meiou-Chiba Setsuna. Do you have any idea how upsetting that is?" Setsuna reached for her drawing book and crumbled up for what she felt was the hundreth failed design.
"What exactly is Meiou-Chiba Setsuna?" Mamoru questioned with interest. Setsuna gazed at him for a long time, her facial expression thoughtful. Had she truly forgotten everything she represented? What not only he but her fans and the entire fashion community saw? "I'll tell you who she is." Mamoru held out his hand for her to take.
"Mamoru.." She groaned. But the look in his cobalt eyes were unrelenting and even in her exhausted state, she found him absolutely irresistable. "Oh alright." She placed her hand in his and with an unexpected gesture, Mamoru pulled her to her feet.
"First and foremost, Meiou-Chiba Setsuna is elegant and graceful." He was quick but light on his feet as Mamoru moved rhymthicly around the small, cluttered office. They instantly fell into step, twisting in elegance, igniting their passion. Setsuna followed him with great ease, her hair billowing about them like an emerald veil. As sweat began to form on their brows, their firey desires were let loose, their hips moving in perfection. Extending his arms, Mamoru released her, creating an arms length distance between them. She was laughing now and with another swift movement, Setsuna was twirling back into his arms. He dipped her low, her hair caressing the carpet below.
"Secondly, she is bold and sexy." With a wink, he brought her out of her position and they resumed their waltz. He protruded forward now, dominant and in control. They met eye to eye and with a grasp of their hands, Setsuna was spinning again. When he pulled her back however, she met him chest to chest, her right leg curled around his thigh. Mamoru smiled and released her, he had accomplished his goal.
They remained like this for some time, dancing with passion, spinning and twirling in perfect step. Each challenging one another in the dance of love. Finally, when they were too exhausted to even breath, they found their way to their bedroom, talking and laughing the night away. And though Setsuna had procrastinated for yet another night, she found something much more meaningful than work. She remembered how to laugh, how to love, and most of all how to appreciate the woman she was. For that she had her husband to thank. With him, she was invincible.
