Presents

Tucked away in the trees the cabin is secluded, intimate, and perfect for this time in Kirito and Asuna's life.

He carried her through the door and didn't put her down until he found the master bedroom and lay her down on the bed. He extended his hand out. "Come on. Give it up." His features are dangerously serious as he waits for her to hand her phone over. She faked disappointment for a moment before handing it over with a big smile. He kissed her before going to lock the phones away and spoke with absolute authority. "Rest here Mrs. Kirigaya. Just rest."

Once the phones were secured he went to start a bath. While the tub filled with water he went to help the driver with their luggage. The driver informed them that the fridge and pantry was stocked, and that once every three days staff would come to restock and refresh the cabin. When he returned to check the bath and add some bath salts to the tub he found his wife in a gentle sleep, easily disturbed by his movements but not yet opening her eyes, even when he crouched over her and whispered into her ear. "Lets get you in the tub."

She smiled as she rolled onto her stomach so he could begin to unbutton the back of her dress. She only had to stand for a moment as he slid her dress off and scooped her up. He set her in the warm water, her eyes closing again as she rested her hands and cheek to one side with a gentle smile on her lips. Once his clothes where in a messy pile on the floor by her dress he slid into the tub behind her and leaned his head back. "I'm glad we did it earlier. I'm exhausted…" His muscles were sore and he really was tired after staying up to help set up the chapel for the wedding, and for Yui. Asuna hummed an agreement.

After their bath they wrapped themselves up in the plush robes that hung on the backside of the bathroom door and crawled into the large feather down bed, under it's heavy quilts and stared out the window at the dark winter sky to see tiny snowflakes beginning to fall as they drifted into sleep.

The smell of French toast and bacon woke her up the next morning. She rolled to find her husband but when she found the bed empty it clicked in her mind that he was making breakfast. Her vision began to slowly focus, slightly blinded by the light reflecting off of the snow covered forest outside of the large window. Everything outside was covered in a thick blanket of snow, and the sky was still full of drifting snowflakes.

"Good morning wife." Kirito smiled brightly as he carried a tray of food into the room and set it down in front of her, revealing the simple apron he still had on over his grey sweat pants and white t-shirt.

Before looking at the tray she carefully sat up and tilted her head to be kissed. "Good morning husband." She smiled her words as he parted and moved to sit in front of her.

"Your nausea meds and prenatals." He picks up a little cup with pills in it.

She happily took the meds and sipped on the apple juice until the meds kicked in so she could dive into the pile of French toast with powdered sugar and strawberries on top. "When did you learn to cook like this?" She asks with a cheek full of food.

Kirito smiled and scratched the back of his head. "I just did a little reading in one of the magazines they have for us when I woke up this morning from a really nice dream." Asuna looked up with curious eyes and he nervously chuckled before resolving her inquiring eyes. "I dreamt about making breakfast for my little family every morning before we all headed off to our days at work or school or whatever the day had for us. It was— pleasant. I liked the way it felt to watch you eat the food I made for you... so I thought I'd give it a shot."

Asuna swallowed her bite with a smile, needing a little apple juice after. "I'm so lucky." She reaches over the food to rub his cheek for a moment before returning to the food in front of her. "How many kids were in your dream?" She asks before taking another bite.

Kirito blushed and looked down at the tray as he mumbled his answer. "Four..."

Asuna nearly spat her food out but managed to swallow before speaking in a teasing tone. "Excuse me?! Does that include Yui? Or are you dreaming about keeping me pregnant forever?!"

He looks like an ashamed toddler when he looks up at her. As he spoke he slowly turns from shame to sweet though. "Yui was one of them... it was just a dream... I don't know how many I want... can we just go one at a time?" He smiles when she nods.

When the meal was finished he took the tray back to the kitchen. While he was doing the dishes and putting leftovers away his mind kept thinking it over and over again. "One is definitely not enough. We should have at least two... and if a third one happens that could be fun... also not fun... I should just focus on this one right now... oh—"

His thoughts stopped when he felt arms wrap around him from behind and a warm chest hit his back.

He dries his hands off before turning in her embrace and resting his forehead to hers. "What would you like to do today?" He asks.

She smirks. "No phones. No games. No computers... do we have any books?"

He nods. "There's a little collection in the bookshelves around the fireplace in the living room. We can read and sit by the fire, the windows in there are huge, I bet you could see for miles if it wasn't snowing so heavy."

She sighs happily. "Perfect. Do we have any hot chocolate?"

He nods. "I'll make it, you go pick out a book and relax." He kisses her nose before leaving but she isn't satisfied and pulls his face to hers for a kiss.

They snuggled on the large plush couch, the fireplace cracking and filling the place with a smell that reminded them of the camping trip to see the meteor shower after Ordinale scale. After reading for awhile they both drifted from their books to the snow that had finally started to thin out to reveal the view of a frozen Lake in the valley below them, all covered in snow. "How long do you want to stay here?" She asks a bit dreamily.

He thought about it. His first thought was forever, but that only lasts a second before thinking about their families and the baby, and their real life back in Japan. "A couple weeks… maybe a month…" He looks down to see her still looking out the window, absorbing his response before a soft smile forms on her lips. "I think that we could wait until after the New Year. We could go back into the city and do something with Kouichirou and Amelia for Christmas and New Years Eve."

Kirito speaks softly. "What about the baby? When do you want to tell everyone?"

Asuna sighs. "Christmas?" He nods with a smile at the idea. His mind already conjuring up silly pictures of her with a big present bow on her stomach.

"Are you getting hungry?" He asks. She nods, still looking a bit lost in a daydream for a moment until he begins to shift and stand up.

When she stands she has to pull the robe tightly around herself to prevent any cold air from getting to her. "I think I'm going to go put some real clothes on before we eat."

He follows her to the room. "Since we are going to be here so long we might as well unpack."

He throws their luggage on to the bed and when she unzips and flips hers open she finds a black box with a red silk ribbon on it. She grumbles, a bit nervous to open it in front of Kirito since she know who it is from.

"Who's that from?" He asks when he returns to scoop some more clothes out of his duffle.

"It's from Lizbeth…" She mumbles. Kirito quickly grabs the box before his wife can hide it somewhere.

"Kirito! She put it in my luggage! Clearly I am the one who is supposed to open it!" She's making feeble attempts to get the box from him.

"The only reason she didn't put it in mine is because it would have been crushed. She's dating my sister, so clearly I should be the one to open it." He devilishly laughs and Asuna stops, confused.

"How does that make any sense?" She asks.

"It doesn't. I was just trying to distract you so I could do this!" He shouts as he faces her and opens it with an exaggerated gasp. "Remind me to thank Lizbeth later."

"Show me!" She yells without lunging for him this time.

"Oh my Asuna…" As he turn the box around his eyes light up. "Which one of us is supposed to wear it?" He asks as the black and red lingerie is revealed to his blushing bride.

"Oh. My. God." She too stunned to grab it from him before he carefully lays the box down on the bed as if it was a holy relic.

"It's a pretty big box… and it feels heavier than just these tiny bits of fabric… There must be more underneath the paper." She catches his hands before he can reach the box this time.

"My turn." She smiles as she moves in front of him, her robed rear brushing against his slight arousal.

She careful lifts the lingerie with the paper underneath it and places it on the bed beside the box as both of their eyes and mouths go wide.

"Is that a… and that's a… which one do we use first?" He asks as his eyes scan the box of goodies. Asuna slaps his chest with the back of her hand. "Who says we are using any of these? I mean seriously? Handcuffs?!"

Kirito picks the black furry handcuffs up with one finger. "You could use them on me…" He blushes a little remembering how much he liked it when she told him no touching in the limo. He rested the hand cuffs on the bed near the lingerie and picks up a jar from the box. "What issues would you have with this one?" He reads the jar as he speaks. "Its just chocolate you paint on your lovers body to eat it off, I saw a can of whipped cream in the fridge too, we could make a mess in the kitchen." The slight arousal in his pants is starting to strain against his pants now as he set the jar aside and pick up a little box and she sighs beside him. "Is this what you're so worried about?" He turns the box towards her to reveal the black plug. "Didn't you like what we did on the plane ride over here? Look, it even vibrates and hey!" She ripped it out of his hands to start reading it, which made him extremely happy.

Her blush fades as she reads the instructions for the device. "We can start with handcuffing you and see how things go from there." She places the plug back into the box and starts putting the rest of the paraphernalia back where it came from.

She put on a pair of warm leggings and a burgundy sweater dress. They found pairs of wool lined slippers in the closet.

Once they've finished unpacking they head to the kitchen to make some soup and sandwiches together. Kirito grumbles as he assembles the sandwiches. "I don't know why you had to put clothes on when I plan to tear them off after lunch."

"Because if we don't act somewhat normal while we are here the cabin fever will turn us into very strange people…" She retorts while stirring the lemon rosemary chicken soup she had put together. Kirito just rolled his eyes in defeat.

His intention had been to do exactly what he said he would at lunch and remove her clothes as soon as she stood up from the meal, however, she beat him to it. While pushing him to towards the bedroom she pulled his shirt off. She pushed him to the bed and climbed on top of him, distracting him with her fierce kissing while she handcuffed each of his arms to the bed frame. "Good boy." She whispers as the second handcuff clicks shut around his wrists and he sighs. She kisses him roughly, moving from lips to jaw, to collarbone where she begins sucking his skin hard and he groans. When she leaves his collarbone there is a fresh red and purple mark that makes her smile. She moves to his chest and lightly bits and flicks his nipples making him whine a little in discomfort. "Ah— Asuna— " She looks up from her works, her lips red from all of the pressure and friction.

Asuna slowly blinks when he doesn't continue talking and returns her lips to his body, now trailing deep pressured kisses down his abdomen, and licking down from his belly button to the top of his sweat pants. He forgot the restraints and went to help her remove his pants only to be held back and grunt. She smiled against his skin as she dragged his pants down to the ground. She removed her pants before climbing back to the bed and wrapping her hands around his girth and begins rubbing up and down. He strains to speak. "Why are you still dressed? I want to see you. All of you."

She snickers, and does not comply with what he wants before licking from the base of his erection to the top and pulls him into her mouth until he reaches to the back of her throat and starts bobbing. Soft moans start to escape him as his mind struggles, unsure if he is enjoying or hating this right now. "Mmm— ah— if you're not careful you're going to use me all up before you get yours." He weakly warns and his eyes roll back as she hums with him still buried in her face. When she pulls away to gasp for air he lifts his head to see the string of saliva and pre cum connecting her to his tip until it breaks.

"Do you like being restrained like this?" She asks is a low voice.

He huffs. "I don't think so… I like touching you."

She smiles as she climbs up to his hips and starts grinding her anxious folds against his readiness. "Where do you like to touch me?"

He grunts at the torture of her warmth so close to enveloping him and her question. "I like rubbing your thighs— ugh— and squeezing you ass— mmm— When I'm not doing that I like squeezing your breasts and playing with those perfectly pink nipples that I can see through your dress are hard as little diamonds right now, and more precious than those stones to me."

She leans down and kisses his cheek while reaching to release him from the first set of handcuffs. "Good answer." She whispers as his hand is released and after a shake quickly makes its way to her thigh and slides her dress up to her hips so he can grip her one of her rear cheeks. She kisses him hard while releasing the second cuffs. As soon as he is freed he flips their position. "So the handcuffs are a no then." He smirks while reaching between them to position himself for a swift entry that makes her cry out. He thrusts hard and deep, paying her back for the lesson with waves of pleasure as she reaches her climax. He rides her crescendo and finds his own release just a few moments later. Afterwards he pulled the sweat dress off of her. Irritated he didn't get to see them bounce around while he was inside of her he held one of her breasts for awhile during their after-sex cuddle and praise session that turned into a nap.

As much as she wanted to have sex ever day, even multiple times a day, she was tired most days. The nausea meds helped, but they also added to her tiredness. Growing another human being takes a lot of energy. Kirito busies himself by reading the various books from the shelves, grateful that whoever set this up had everything here in Japanese and not English. He could speak it fluently, but for whatever reason he struggled to read and write the foreign language. He was deeply engrossed in a translation of Dante's Inferno when he heard Asuna wake up in the other room. He went to enter the room, but she waved her hands to shoo him away and close the door with a "Will you get dinner out of the fridge?"

When she came out to eat dinner with her husband he was dumbstruck for a second at the sight of her wearing one of his white button up shirts, dark thigh high pantyhose that were being held up by a girdle hidden under the shirt. He could barely touch his food, too distracted by her legs and the way she left enough buttons remain unfastened to see the top of her steadily growing breasts. He was mentally rubbing his hands together in anticipation for the sight of his wife in the lingerie they were given.

After dinner she pulled him back into the bedroom and had him sit on the end o the bed. As he sat there on the bed she started to swivel and sway her hips to a song inside of her head while slowly unbuttoning the shirt to reveal the black lingerie underneath. Her cheeks are pink as she lets the unbuttoned shirt fall to the ground. "These panties are ridiculous. They have a giant slit in the middle." She was doing a very bad job at trying to sound innocent, the slight lift in the corners of her mouth giving all of her desires away. Kirito pulled her to him by the hips and kissed her roughly before standing and pushing her onto the bed. Before his pants hit the floor he found his way on top of her and his fingers quickly find the gap in the fabric, separating it more as two fingers dive into his wife and curl up to hit her hot spot. This time he let the clothes stay on, only pulling the bra down a little so he could see her nipples bounce with their movements. When they finished she asked him to help her remove all of the lingerie so she could relax in his arms.

The edible chocolate body paint was never used because in the span of three days Asuna finished the jar thanks to the middle of the night cravings for chocolate. She wasn't in the mood to try the plug either. "My body is already a little overwhelmed right now, maybe later, when the pregnancy isn't so… new." She explained while spooning peanut but into a bowl of slices spicy pickles. He of course accepted her reasons without complaint, happy to do whatever made her feel good.

When Christmas came, they went into town to visit Kouichirou and Amelia who had decided to continue their relationship, although were still trying to figure out how to make things work.

While at Amelia's they called their families to wish them Merry Christmas, and give them their gift. "Merry Christmas! We have a present for you but it will have to wait because it isn't due to be delivered until May." Kirito said, so proud of himself for his first dad joke, while pointing to the almost unnoticeable swelling of her belly. Everyone seemed excited, even after doing the mental math her mother was still happy. Kirito's mom was the most emotional about the news, mumbling things about how excited she was to be a grandmother, it was an embarrassing moment for Kirito.

That night they returned to the cabin. It started snowing again while Asuna sat on the couch, wrapped in a thick quilt, watching Kirito start a fire. When he sat down they snuggled close, close enough for her to lean her head on his shoulder. While they watched the Christmas snow float down from the sky Kirito placed his hands just below his wife's belly button where the greatest gift he has ever received is steadily growing.

The beginning

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