catch sunlight,
title: catch sunlight
author: hikasne
pairing: wally/kuki
time: ½ hour
summary: "I missed you."

"Wally?"

He's exiting the baggage claim, looking tired and jetlagged, strands of blond hair sticking up here and there like peacock feathers. His forehead is creased with worry, looking for her, green eyes shining under the crease like emeralds in a gorge. He's still wearing the pinstriped powder-blue button down and khaki pants from his meeting, an undone tie hanging around his neck, and he's holding his dress shoes in his hands, walking across the airport in his neon orange socks. There's a shaving cut on his cheek, right on top of his dimples. She smiles. Some things never change.

He cracks a boyish smile, straight white teeth flashing in bad airport fluorescence, finally spotting her. Looking for something…finding something. Relief drains into his face. He lifts a hand in greeting, the shirt rolled up to his elbows, his gold wedding band flashing on his finger.

"Hey, Ku—" he offers before she's across the airport in an instant, throwing her arms around his neck. In her haste, she's left her pink sandals a few feet away from them, feet slipping out of them easily as she comes to meet him.

"I missed you," she whispers into his hair.

He drops his carry on and puts his arms around her waist, smiling up at her, cheeks reddening. Her bare feet lock around him. It's enough to just stand there, for a moment, before he puts her down.

"Look. I brought'cha something." He smiles mysteriously and sets her on her feet before rummaging around in his carry-on bag and extracting something pale pink.

She takes it from him. It's a small stuffed lamb, tiny, pink with a white stomach and stitched pink nose and mouth. The eyes are round black buttons. The back is a puppet where she can put her fingers inside his legs and make him walk around.

"He's ah-dorable!" she cries, kissing the lamb on its little pink nose in delight. She cradles the little animal inside her palms like it is extremely precious, a real newborn lamb.

"Knew you'd like it," he says gruffly. "I saw it in Bangkok airport duty-free, it reminded me of you." He reaches out and pets the little lamb between its small pink ears with a fond half-smile.

Thoughtlessly she cups his face in her hands, the tiny lamb squished against one of his clean-shaven cheeks, and stands on tiptoe to peck him on the mouth. Then she turns, adoring the little lamb, ignoring the staggered look and pink blush across her husband's face.

Now when he's halfway across the world on business and she's hugging the pillow with one of his shirts stretched across it, she holds the little lamb in a small white fist. She kisses it first on the nose, then on its small stitched pink mouth.

"'Night, Wally."

Don't even ask me where that came from. It's summer and the heat's getting to my head.

Much love, Hikasne