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Mafuyu woke up alone in the room devoid of her wife who was usually asleep at this hour. Wife. Mafuyu hummed at the thought. Never did she expect in her life that she would get a wife, much less someone who tolerated her at best when they were young. At the mention of what her wife once acted around her, her wife would blush and apologize to her, which Mafuyu would gently shake her head against.

Anyway, her wife is missing. Mafuyu is in distress. She's too used to seeing her wife's face in the morning in bed, admiring her. Admiring the beauty laid before her. Admiring the light freckles dusting the very cheek of her love. Admiring that her wife exists and loves her, the way she is.

Mafuyu got out of bed with one goal. Find wife. And maybe kiss said wife.

She started in their living room, where her wife would usually be found lounging, watching something on their phone. Whenever Mafuyu caught her wife on their sofa, she would always be greeted by their giggles. Mafuyu finds this endearing. How she finds her wife's laugh lovely and breathtaking. Especially when she sees the crinkle in their eyes.

But her wife was nowhere to be found in their living room.

She went to the kitchen, hoping that her wife would be there, baking. Whenever Mafuyu found her wife in the kitchen, they were always baking something. Or doing something as a dessert. Mafuyu wasn't typically a sweets person, but her wife changed that as soon as she regained her sense of taste. Her wife made it their personal mission to indulge Mafuyu with sweets, pastries, or desserts that she thinks Mafuyu would enjoy. Now, they're probably halfway into figuring out what Mafuyu likes for dessert or sweets. It usually involves dark chocolate.

But alas, her wife wasn't in the kitchen and Mafuyu feels a sudden emptiness in her chest.

Suddenly, she heard a loud noise. It was a familiar noise. It was the kind of noise she would often hear whenever her wife was busy working—being clumsy as they are.

Mafuyu now knew where to go next. In her wife's studio.

She walked to the next room adjacent to their living room. It was her wife's special place in their house. Her own studio where she spends most of her work time. At first, her wife was against making a separate room for her work. And would much prefer working in her room. But quickly realized that she doesn't have a room on her own, rather, it's a shared room she and Mafuyu are currently sleeping in. So her wife conceded on making her an art studio.

Mafuyu opened the door and was immediately greeted by a plethora of colors and paintings. Mafuyu thought that creating this studio was for the best. She walked inside the studio and caught a working wife.

Her wife was sporting a royal purple long coat and a khaki jumpsuit, with a light gray blouse underneath. Her hair is tied in a short ponytail. And a focused face was glaring at the canvas, paintbrush and palette on either hand.

Mafuyu could easily drown herself in the image of her wife painting. She thinks it's fascinating. Maybe enchanting. There's a lot of words that could describe her wife in detail. Picturesque, maybe. But she couldn't find the right word to describe her wife. She leaned on the wall and continued to silently admire her wife.

The smell of paint permeated in the room, but it wasn't distracting or unpleasant. Instead, she associated it with her wife too much that she found the smell oddly comforting. Her wife always, and she means always, would smell like fresh paint and lemongrass. A weird combination. But it's a smell she greatly adores. 

As she stared and admired her wife in the distance. Her mind began to wander about her wife and what they have been through. A few minutes into her daydreaming, she heard a voice calling out to her.

"Mafuyu?"

Mafuyu blinked out of her stupor and looked at her wife.

"Ena," she started, "you weren't in bed."

Ena blinked and chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "Miss me?"

Mafuyu nodded almost immediately and Ena laughed at the blatant admission from her wife. Mafuyu gazed at her wife softly; her laugh like soft jingles that warms her heart.

"I was doing commission work as you can see." Ena grinned. "Or, as you have been staring oh so lovingly." Another chuckle made its way to Ena's.

Mafuyu hummed and walked towards Ena, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her in her chest. A soft giggle coming out from her wife.

"Can I admire my wife from afar?" Mafuyu mused, nosing Ena's neck.

"Why from afar, when you can just stare at me up close?" Ena slyly grinned, booping her wife's nose.

"I can do both." Mafuyu hummed, swaying them side to side in a slow dance.

Ena laughed and held onto Mafuyu, overcomed by fits of giggles as she matched the lyricist's pacing.

"Are we dancing to your beat again?" Ena asked.

"You love it when we slow dance." Retorted Mafuyu.

"That I do." Chuckled Ena. "Is this what we're only doing, though?"

Mafuyu stopped their impromptu slow dance and stared at Ena. Her wife. The brown hues of her eyes sparkled under the lighting of the studio. Her face smeared with color that she wished to kiss, despite the mess of colors. 

"Maybe I can make purple from that red and blue…" Mafuyu thought.

"Then make purple out of it." Ena grinned.

Mafuyu stiffened at the unexpected reply from her wife. There's a cheeky grin at her lips and a teasing glint in her eyes. Mafuyu wanted to consume her.

With a grunt, Mafuyu bent and pulled Ena into a bridal carry, earning a shriek from her wife.

"A little warning next time!" Squealed Ena.

"There's a next time?" 

There's a twinkle in Mafuyu's eyes and Ena gulps at the attention she's getting from her wife. The artist hid her face on the crook of Mafuyu's neck and bit.

"If you're a good girl." Ena breathed, causing Mafuyu to shudder.

"Alright." Mafuyu replied. "But first. Bed."

Ena let out a bark of laughter as Mafuyu carried her to bed for a wonderful time with the wife.

Wife.

She really loves the sound of that.