It’s every morning, noon, and night that Sabo feels the caress of Koala’s hand against his cheek. Following it comes her lips; always soft and quick against his skin before pulling away. They may land in different places each time that she comes by, but they land all the same.
His hat, plucked from his head with a skilled and deft hand, is held aside as she leans down to kiss his crown. Royalty, she noted with a smile the first time she did it, and now he can’t think of it any other way. If he is to be noble, to wear a crown, it would be this one. One that is gold and tangled, kissed by the sun and the woman he loves.
He used to pull her in afterwards, turning the quick show of affection into something drawn out like the plans on his table. But as time passed and things grew faster, more dire, he found he couldn’t. All they could spare were these single moments. Quick lips on cheeks and foreheads and crowns.
“I’m going,” She says, voice soft in his ear while her hand leaves his jaw.
“I’ll miss you,” He replies, eyes still forced ahead on his papers. Looking back isn’t an option right now. He would be too tempted to take her into his lamp, nuzzling his unshaven face against the smooth of her own, and kiss her until they can’t breathe. “Be careful.”
A single kiss is placed against his cheek, smile held in the way it curves against him, and she sighs, “I will.”
That’s enough for him until he feels the same set against him again, late in the hands of the night. Legs that tangle softly with his own in a poor attempt to get close without waking him. She’s back, safe, warm, and tired. He doesn’t bother speaking, only shifts his arm behind her head before pulling loose hair away from her face.
A kiss is given into his neck. A lingering one that says “hello” and “goodnight” and “I love you.” Another is returned, placed on her head that says “hello” and “goodnight” and “I love you.”
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