Yagami Hayate was not in a good mood.
Her day thus far had been one hellish meeting to another, each more irritating and superfluous than the last. Interspersed between these pointless gatherings, and indeed they were possibly the most pointless things she had ever had the misfortune of bearing witness to, there had bee a veritable tidal wave of paperwork to do.
It was as if all the layers of hell had opened up and released a bounty of malevolent demons. Each crafted out of ink, printer paper, and pure evil. It was wholly inexcusable! In this age of digital and magical media, paperwork should have been little more than a sheaf or two. Not towers which stretched into the heavens and threatened to crush her favorite desk. The antique had been a present her family had all pitched in to purchase in celebration of her promotion.
Regardless, it had suffered greatly under such vile weight and it had taken a missed lunch and nearly missed meetings to save the wooden construct. She would be having words with a certain individual about collateral damage the first chance she got.
And the meetings, oh how horrid they had been. The exhausted brunette had been ready to blow the vast majority of the participants into dust with a well placed Hraesvalgr or Ragnarok. The spell choice was wholly dependent on her mood and the meeting subject. Unfortunately by the end of the day, she had begun to file everyone under the Triple Breaker category. She would find a way, even if Fate or Nanoha were unavailable.
To add further insult to injury, when she reached home, tired beyond belief, exhausted in both body and mind, she realized she still had to cook dinner. Hayate had been ready to weep in frustration at this revelation and fall into a despair of takeout or instant noodles. Would her family forgive her? SHe certainly hoped so.
Never did it occur to her to simply call home and ask someone else to cook. Preferably someone who was not Shamal. Hayate loved the Knight. She truly did. The woman was like a mother to her, despite falling under the umbrella of 'Hayate's Children' with the rest of the Wolkenritter. But to dare contemplate the blonde taking up utensils and attempting to conjure up a delicious home cooked meal was the height of folly.
They were still finding colonies of those... things in the back yard which had come out of Shamal's recent foray into the realm of potato salad. Even if the neighborhood children found the wars waged between them and the local insect population to be amusing, she most assuredly did not.
Upon stepping into the living room of the curiously quiet home, she came upon the final nail in her coffin. There, in her favorite seat, sat Vita with a Cheshire grin wider than ever seen before. What's more, her favorite seat was occupied by her favorite chair. A chair so comfortable it threatened to devour an occupant too weak to resist the call into a relaxing slumber more potent than any drug.
Yet it was ultimately the theft of her favorite seat which finally drove her to despair. Crumbling to her knees, the sight of Vita upon Yuuno's lap was far too much. It had been the one hope. The one ray of sunshine in this otherwise wretched day, to come home and luxuriate upon her husband's lap.
But her most loyal Knight had stolen it from her. Stolen so simply. As though it were simply lying there, ripe for the taking.
Hayate was barely aware of the chuckle coming from the redhead, too awash in anguish was she.
"I got my payment in full. So I'll be taking my leave~" The brunette heard the words spoken by Vita, heard the thump and pitter patter of feet as they drew closer. But she was too tired at the moment to really care. She just wanted something to eat and some rest. A hand came to rest upon her shoulder. A small hand, full of power. "I'm going out to see a movie and chill for a bit with Nanoha and Signum. Shamal's staying overnight at the hospital. Zwei's hanging out with Agito. And Zafira has a date. Dinner's on the table. Have fun~"
Hayate could only blink as her most rambunctious Knight took her leave with the same grin still firmly plastered onto her face. "Eh?"
She... didn't have to cook? She could... relax a bit?
She felt herself being brought to her feet by a pair of strong hands and before long was looking into the eyes of their owner. When had he gotten over here? "And you say I'm bad when I have a bad day?"
"Quiet you... You're not supposed to speak against your Mistress." Her words were half whispered as she was walked into the kitchen by the blonde man and sat down with as much grace one could manage from plopping down like a sack of potatoes. It had been a really hard day. She stared down at the table to see what had been laid out upon it.
Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.
They were still hot.
Yuuno sat down across from her and smiled. "One of your subordinates saw you walking down the hall like the dead and gave me a call. I couldn't get home in time to really do anything, so Vita took the reins."
Hayate smiled somewhat teasingly as she felt some of her vigor return to her. "Is that why she stole my favorite seat?" A sip of the soup flooded her body with warmth and life. Chasing away stress like a grand army.
"It was the payment she demanded. It seemed a small price to pay at the time." It was lap time until Hayate came home or twenty rounds in a row on the training grounds. And he really did not want to go twenty rounds with an energized hammer knight. Five was bad enough.
She pouted, crumbs on her lips from a bite of the simple, yet scrumptious sandwich. "She should know by now that you lap belongs to me. And you shouldn't encourage her."
Yuuno waved his hands defensively. "I'll try my best." They'd done this song and dance before. No matter what they did, Vita always seemed to find a way or reason to take up residence on his lap. He reached over with a napkin and wiped away the crumbs on his wife's mouth, eliciting a bemused expression from her.
Dinner was finished in relative silence. LIttle small talk was made as Hayate simply wished to relax and enjoy the dinner presented to her. Yuuno was all too willing to grant her wish.
As the dishes sat in the sink, soaking in a considerable depth of water, Hayate leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and sighed contentedly. A simple meal of comfort food with her husband had done her a world of good. No longer did she feel like loosing the end of times upon an undefined number of irritating and idiotic individuals. Nor was she plotting the downfall of the government solely out of spite for being assailed with stupidity and inhumane amounts of actual paperwork.
Her traitorous line of thinking began to make her tense up and she could feel her shoulders start to ache once more. Still being clad in her uniform did not help things in the slightest.
Caught by surprise was she when a pair of heavy hands placed themselves gently upon her shoulders. Looking up, she saw a somewhat mischievous glint in Yuuno's eyes. "Ah... Yuuno?" It was this glint which tended to precede a fair number of things. Many of which left her either a twitching ruin or a satisfied wreck. Sometimes a combination of both. But right now, she doubted she would be capable of either.
Yuuno merely smiled and set to work.
Almost immediately, she felt herself begin to melt. His strong hands massaging away the stress in her shoulders with powerful motions. Her muscles felt as though they were concrete mere moments ago. Now they were rapidly making their way towards a jelly-like state.
A soft moan escaped her lips as the horrid accumulation of tension flowed away from her shoulders beneath Yuuno's ministrations. "Mmm... A little... harder please..." Her barely audible plea is met with a an affirmative in the form of yet stronger motions.
Her head lolled forward as a silly little smile drew itself on her face, one of Yuuno's hands moving to being working on the nape of her neck. The other had other ideas in mind.
"Lets get you out of that uniform." Hayate nodded slowly in agreement whilst watching a skilled hand reach around to begin undoing the buttons on her shirt. A part of her mind not addled by pleasant feelings or tiredness commented on how much easier it was to remove military garments than it was a Barrier Jacket.
With a comfortingly easy pace, the buttons were undone one by one, each release granting a slight more relief than the last to her tired frame. Before long, she was free of the uniform shirt. No longer bound by the stiff garment, Hayate slumped in her seat, granting even easier access to her neck and shoulders. She felt so much better already. "This is bliss..."
Yuuno leaned in and whispered next to her ear as his hands slowed in their task. "Its not over just yet." Indeed, she had relaxed considerably. But he was not about to simply leave her be with a mere shoulder rub. No, tonight he finally had a rare opportunity to pamper her a little. And he would not allow the chance to slip through his fingers.
Before Hayate could question as to what still lay to come, Yuuno had scooped her up into his arms into a bridal carry. Her squeak of surprise brought a slight twinge of red to her cheeks. Looking up with a halfhearted glare, her gaze was met with a playful one. Oh, she'd get him for this. He knew she was not too fond of being picked up so suddenly. "Yuuno, much as I'm enjoying this, I would very much appreciate an explanation~" Her tone was mirthful, if carrying a slight undercurrent of irritation.
He chuckled as he carried her from the dining room to the living room. "My wife has had a horrendous day and thanks to the graciousness of certain individuals, we have the evening to ourselves. I intend to take full advantage of the situation."
Hayate placed a finger on his chest, drawing playful circles upon it even as her voice sounded a somewhat downcast. "You should have picked a night when I'm not so tired. I'd be more than willing to take advantage of your kindness~"
Setting his wife down on her favorite chair, Yuuno grinned as he loomed over her. "Who said anything about you taking advantage of me?" He kissed her gently before moving down towards her slender waist. The sound of a zipper seemed to echo in the room as he undid the binding of her dress skirt. It was with a well practiced ease he slid the garment off of Hayate's seated form. The article was cast aside, leaving the now blushing brunette clad only in her white dress shirt and navy hued cotton undergarments.
She fidgeted under his gaze. Even after all this time, she was still weak to attack. Granted she rarely gave him a chance to go on the offensive, but on the rare occasion Yuuno managed to gain the upper hand, he made short work of whatever meager defenses she could muster. It was both mortifying and exhilarating for the perverse woman.
Further and further down Yuuno traveled, trailing a hand along Hayate's soft legs until he was kneeling before her reclining form.
There was but a moment before he grasped her left foot and began to work his fingers into the poor, abused appendage. Pressing, rubbing, and kneading the tender flesh.
Hayate always knew her legs and feet were sensitive, something Yuuno oft took full advantage of. Now was no exception. She could truly feel the knots and tension being worked away. It was no mere sensation of relief, but something far closer to a genuine pleasure. Her lips parted in moan of contentment. Maybe she should have a bad day more often if this was what awaited her at home.
Tight muscles were stretched until they began to relax, leaving her feeling limp and light with each action. Gently, Yuuno pulled on her toes and each pop of the joint sent a small shiver up her spine. The part of her mind saying this shouldn't feel as good as it did was promptly ignored. Even more so when he began to lavish more attention to the small digits, rubbing them in circular motions with his thumb.
The spark flying up her spine turned into a jolt as he began to work his way up, starting at the heel and slowly advancing along one slender leg.
She continued to moan incoherently as she luxuriated in the feeling of her flesh being kneaded into a substance not all too dissimilar to putty. Calves and hamstrings, once taut and sore, were now limber and relieved. Had she really done so much walking today? They had felt like iron before Yuuno sunk his fingers into them, working away her stress in a supremely pleasurable way.
Even working his way up to her thighs, her husband continued his ministrations. He would not miss a single spot as he worked his magic upon her supple flesh.
Hayate was struck by how intense Yuuno's expression was. Single-minded in its dedication to the task at hand. The notion of doing anything less than his best was unacceptable ad it showed upon his face. Oh why did she have to be so tired? He could put such energy and drive into other activities. Activities she felt she had not nearly enough time for as of late. Damn her duties for getting in the way of her funtime.
Just as she was about to curse aloud about the unfairness of it all, the massage came to a an unfortunate halt. She looked into Yuuno's emerald gaze with a questioning expression. Why did he have to stop? It felt so good. If he was just going to leave her like this, she was going to be very displeased. Her answer was given as he made his way back down her legs ad took her right foot into his hands.
Yuuno was not done by far. He would not rest until he had worked her over quite thoroughly.
Hayate gave a gasp as he set to work once more, repeating his sensuous massage with her other leg. This was criminal, so very criminal. When had he gotten this good? After a moment of deliberate, she realized she didn't really care. Not when he was inflicting such a pleasurable feeling upon her.
Yet all good things must come to and end. And for Hayate, the end came in the form of heavy eyelids attempting to fall and cover her world in darkness. No, not now... She wants to enjoy this for a little longer...
Unfortunately, it was not to be.
Yuuno's massage upon her weary legs had lulled her into a much needed rest. A rest she slipped into with a smile on her face and a moan at her lips. She would wake in the morning feeling refreshed and invigorated. A feeling Hayate must have in order to be Hayate.
He carefully picked up his sleeping wife's form from the chair with a smile, planting a gentle kiss upon her cheek as he did so. "Goodnight Hayate, sweet dreams."
His only reply as he carried her to bed was a mumble and a smile.