The embrace ending as quickly as it had started, Yuri, with no prior notice got up and left. A quick look at my watch revealed that it was around 4.10. A time in which I supposed Yuri would be preparing dinner. Something I believed she had gone to do. As I retreated back down the upstairs hallway I stared back at the door as I passed it, of Yuri's study. Such mystery was intriguing. but common sense and manners spoke louder about what not to do In someone's house. 

As I made my way down the stairs which I had begun to memorise the shape of based on how many times today alone I had moved up and down them. As I skipped out and onto the bottom sure enough Yuri was in the kitchen. She was brandishing a large knife which she turned round several times allowing the blade to glimmer in the orange, afternoon sun. She did this briefly before slotting it back into its respective place and following to retrieve a bottle of cream from her fridge.

I was basically done with my book at this point. The plot was wrapping up and becoming monotonous. I really wished that I had packed another book, something of which would be of particular handiness right now. As I guiltily motioned over to the television set I carefully turned the audio knob down to a very low setting before the TV screen came to life in a brilliant flash of Chroma glare and solidified motion. I carefully maueuvered between the channels before selecting something I believed would fit well with the current situation, Hells Kitchen.

Never before had a living room felt so homey. Lit gingerly with a daffodil glow from the candles and light bulbs. The afternoon sky faded softly into dusk and someone I lo- liked worked in perfect symbiosis with the atmosphere, in the kitchen. As I leaned back, Yuri's comfortable furniture adding to the emersion I began to watch the show. I wouldn't say it was one of my favourites, but I enjoyed it a fair bit, and with the smell of...

...?

Food in the air the show was indeed suitable. Ten seconds into the runtime and Gordon had already uttered several words of a very damaging and equally entertaining degree. The word "Anus" had been thrown around a fair bit now as a description, adding to the culinary, entertainment package. Suddenly I got the feeling that the balance of the mood was a bit off and as I did I immediately swerved around to the kitchen. Yuri stood rooted to the spot leaned out over the kitchen and dining room joint, and stared with a look that could only described as distaste and bewilderment. Yuri soon began cooking again without even seeing me, every single swear hitting her alike a bullet, her ears twitched and neck sank but she took to her tasks nothingness.

After what felt like only a few minutes she began to fry something. The sounds of a shaking pan, searing matter and cracking oil were enough to drown out any volume coming from the television. Instead of adjusting the volume the gentle living room light and long day had made me tired so I simply changed the channel, to what I did not know before laying back to take a rest.

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Acromonious Symphony Light

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You awake in groggy yet sporadic fashion with something gently massaging your shoulder. For a while you don't even bother to open your eyes but rather relish in the soft feeling. Very suddenly realising who and what it could be your open your eyes and stand about, Yuri is standing over you. Feeling really guilty for not getting up realising to must have been a whole twenty seconds Yuri had to stand and shake you awake. Immediately I began to iterate an apology before Yuri intercepted, by complete accident of course. "If you want dinner I have some for you, if you wanted it later I could possibly-".

Yuri didn't really tend to finish as you rose and began to head to the table with her. I guess I felt rather guilty for interrupting her like that but experience told me that this was indeed the easiest way to help her out. Taking the same seat you did for dinner the other night this time Yuri took the initiative. Placing her knife and fork at a seat close to mine. Being tired I forgot entirely to help Yuri with her load. This was not a long lived mistake however as it seemed she only had one excruciatingly heavy plate to handle, her hands quavering as much as ever, hair shaking with the rhythm of her muscles. 

As the platter finished it's landing on the table Yuri shook her hair backwards in a wave to each side of her head. Eyes blinking in sync with her hair movement, the sexiest thing she had ever done. Done investigating Yuri I made a mental stipulation to refrain from such things, as is humanly possible as a male before examining the cooking. Done divulging such a mental description on the things I ate I wished I had more energy simply for the process of personal explanation.

Yuri had prepared a fish or Tuna of some sort. She had it whole on a plate looking although it had been seared. The seafood sat on a bed of water leaves and other salads and was adorned with many tiny shrimp and lemon slices round it's sides. How Yuri could cook such amazing food while on a time frame was simply astounding. I was beginning to think that Natsuki took leaves out of Yuri's book, or at least was her equivalent when it came to baking.

We both enjoyed dinner very much. The fish was smoked which agreed well with my palate. Yuri actually ate more this time managing a small rasher of fish accompanied with some tartare sauce, before going for slightly smaller seconds. After dinner was finished I went to wash dishes, a station that I was certain I occupied after meals for now as Yuri went to presumably wash her hands. Wiping the cutlery's and plates clean was a breeze, whatever the material was made of any type of fat or grime could literally be brushed away with a wash cloth.

Eventually when my job was done I sat back in front of the television, Yuri beating me to it and taking my seat. After two days it seemed we had a pretty fluent schedule going one of which seemed to be keeping   two children in a state of while not perpetual at least current calm. We both snuggled up to each other, not too close but still our knees and thighs touching as I watched whatever Yuri decided suited her at that moment in time.

We sat there for about half an hour before  realised I had chocolate, something which never lasted long in my presence. I turned to my bag before coming back to the couch, box in hand. Yuri was focused on the TV again, not completely hypnotized as before but still enthralled. I unwrapped the box and was met with the sound of shifting cardboards, neither of us minded in the slightest. I examined the boxes cushioned interior.

-Very lavish.

Before popping one into my mouth. I was met with the overwhelming taste of salt, a strange protein, jelly composite stretched across my inner mouth and it was everything I could do to abstain from vomiting. Hurriedly I checked the packets inside label. Every chocolate had an individual flavour such as coconut cream and citrus crisps or solid dairy milk, I had taken what seemed to be a sea salt and caviar jelly. I did everything I could not to spit the chocolate out, the insidious taste clambering over my tongue and throat.

In one decisive swallow I absorbed the chocolate down into my gullet. Sending a shudder of relief down my spine. Luckily Yuri didn't see me which would have resulted in what I can only believe would have been complete and utter turmoil. In an attempt to refresh the horrid taste from my mouth I nervously consumed something along the lines of a cream and lemon before apprehensively sucking it through my lips. I was met this time with the delicious taste of a light cream and the zing of a flavoursome citrus zest. 

As I chewed through the rest of the chocolate I looked back at the television and into Yuri's transfixed reflection. I felt a rush of adrenaline followed in close pursuit by an idea and lust. For once I knew what spurred my urge. It was not the tanginess of the chocolate and its soft cream. Nor was it the romantic yellow light, overshadowed by sleepy clouds and the ever flowing scent of jasmine. It was because of Yuri, and how irresistibly adorable she was, softer than the smoothest praline, tastier than the most decadent sweet. I motioned my hand to perpetuate my longing into action.