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***Neko's POV***

Marrying Milo was the best day of my life, hands down. The look of elation on his face as the minister declared us husbands was by far the highlight of my life. Milo always held a special place in my heart. Now he is mine.

"Baby, you know you have class. Time to wake up." I kiss his head on my way to the kitchen. The smell of food will wake him if nothing else will.

"I'm tired." Milo whines as his head hits the middle of my back. He wraps his arms around my waist and I can feel the soft kiss through my shirt.

"Told you to turn off the television." I chuckle. He was on one of his binges. Dexter. That show is not for the weak stomached.

"I had to see if he caught the Trinity Killer." Milo scoots around the kitchen. He grabs the coffee I made off of the counter. He brings it to his lips with a smile.

"Are you satisfied with your barter? Now, you're exhausted." I place his bacon and eggs in front of him before leaning against the counter with my own plate.

"Okay. You are right. There. Happy?" Milo rolls his eyes playfully at me.

"Nope. If my husband was dressed and ready for school, maybe. If no weary eyes were present and he had gotten enough sleep, then I would be happy." I place my empty plate in the dishwasher rack and wash my hands.

"Your husband is fine. Calm down Batman." Milo reaches up and kisses me. He places his dishes where they belong.

I sit back for the show.

As expected, he goes into sonic mode. He rushes around wildly to get dressed. He leaves a path of destruction in his wake. I chuckle. He's predictable. I sigh at the mess.

"I know. I will have it straightened before you get home. Gotta go. I love you." Milo starts to walk out the door.

"Ahem." I tap my finger on my lips. He knows better.

"Have a good day, baby. I can't wait until you get home." Milo softly begins a goodbye kiss.

Not satisfied with his mediocre smooch, I lay it on him. I grip his face in my palms and delve straight in. His minty breath washes through my mouth leaving me aching in parts below.

Milo hums and drops his book bag to the floor. He tangles his arms around my neck to pull his lower half up to my waist. His ankles lock behind my back.

Knowing I can't take what I want right now, I take what I can get. I massage his ass and press him against the wall. I give him a teaser for later.

I can feel him moving his hips across my lap. I move my lips to his neck and suck gently.

"Have a great day. Be careful. Don't forget we're filling out college applications later." I pull away and set him on his feet. I pick up his book bag, then hand it to him.

"See you soon." He places one last kiss on my lips and walks out of the door.

I grab my stuff and follow him out. I slide into my truck. Time to make my way to my job.

The day is as boring as always. There is no excitement in doing financial planning. The money is good though. That's what really matters. Providing for my Koala is my only expectation.

"Knock. Knock." I hear Mr. Wallace announce himself.

"How can I help you Mr. Luke?" I push my seat back and stare at the man who has become a real father to both Milo and myself.

"Wanted to check in. You have been doing really well. I wanted to make sure you still like your position." Mr. Luke takes a seat in front of me. I smile.

"It's fine. I love the hours. The money is great. I'm good." I promise. I mean it too.

"Didn't you have dreams when you were younger? Didn't you aspire to be something other than my desk jockey?" Mr. Luke chuckles.

"My only aspiration was to save Milo. Everything else was so far away. I prioritized him over everything." I am being honest.

"It's not like I don't love you being here. I do. But, Milo doesn't need saving anymore. You handled that already. I'm just saying. I want you to think about doing something that would make you happy. Genuinely. Can you do that for me?" Mr. Luke stands. I stand with him.

"It's not a bad idea. I will think about it." I make him a promise. I know I will be able to fulfill it.

Mr. Luke leaves me with my thoughts.

What would make me happy, career wise? I can't say that I ever thought beyond Milo. He's just been my focus for so long. It's natural.

All day the question sits at the forefront of my mind. I randomly list off various careers. Never finding one that peaks my interest enough though.

By the end of the day, I am still nowhere. I didn't conclude any particular job that suits my interests. Whatever my interests may actually be.

I make it home and smell the familiar aroma of Milo's specialty dish. He's no cook. Everyday it's the same thing.

"Hot pockets again, love?" I kiss his head as he eats the disgusting pastry. He bows over his laptop and clicks away.

"You know I can't cook." My husband smiles and chomps down on his pocket.

"I will make dinner." I set my stuff down and change before returning to the kitchen. I scope out what may be in the fridge.

"Mr. Luke asked me a question today. I can't really decipher an answer." I talk while pulling out the ingredients for lasagna.

"What's that babe?" Milo moves to the kitchen bar and continues his work.

"He asked if I had a dream job. I couldn't come up with anything." I shrug and start browning the meat.

"Culinary School." Milo looks at me with a bright smile.

"Is that what you're going for?" I smirk. He literally can't cook toast.

"No, silly. You. You love to cook. You do it with such a smile. I know you enjoy it." Milo closes his laptop. He stands up and wraps his arms around me.

"I do love to cook. But, that's because my love enjoys eating."

"So will anybody that tastes your food. I think you should consider it. I will have a job in a few weeks. I can help with the bills. We can afford to put you through school." Milo plants a seed of interest in my head. It grows quickly.

"So, like work at a restaurant?" I question. I assemble the lasagna before sticking it into the oven to bake.

"Own a restaurant. This place has little of anything to offer. I'm sure you would be a big hit." Milo follows me to the couch. I am going to relax for the hour it takes to bake our dish.

"Those are the number one fails in business." I offer.

"You couldn't possibly fail. Just think of it. You could work for yourself. You would be giving others employment. You love to help. It would be a risk, yes. No risk, no reward." Milo sits in my lap and curls up in my lap.

"What type of food would I offer?" I push my hands through his hair and stare at the beauty in my arms.

"A fine dining experience. You could do different dishes as specialty items. Have a small set menu for regulars." Milo acts like he has thought about this before.

"It's expensive, to get started." I am just rambling at this point.

"You're worth the investment. I'm willing to bet we could get a few investors." Milo holds my hands still in his hair and leans in for a kiss.

"You have so much faith in me." My words are soft. He carries so much pride for me. It's astounding.

"You literally gave up everything for us. I'm just asking you to take a little back. Do something for you, baby. I love you. I want you to enjoy our life." Milo runs his fingers through my hair. My Koala stares at me with complete adoration.

"You helping fill out the application?" I smile wickedly. He has his own to fill out.

"Yep. As soon as you help me with mine. I'm stuck on the financials." Milo points to a stack of papers on the coffee table.

I pick them up and scan through them. It's not hard for me. I know numbers. But, so does my Koala. He must mean he needs my information.

"I have all the numbers. We just need to plug them in. The online app will calculate everything." I set the papers back down. Milo climbs out of my lap and grabs his laptop. We spend the next little while finishing up his financial aid forms. It wasn't difficult.

"You're through. I'm proud of you Koala." I grab the laptop and start looking for schools.

"Northwest has a nine month program. It's only day classes but, it's only nine months." Koala hits the link. I read it through. The school definitely looks good enough.

I stand up and grab the oven mitts. The lasagna gets moved to the stove top to cool.

"I will be attending Clark. We won't even need to move." Milo pours us some coke and sets the table.

"You have been talking to Luke, Huh?" I can see this wasn't a spontaneous conversation.

"Maybe. But, think about it. That's all I'm asking." Milo starts eating. I follow suit.

He really is something. He has spent all this time figuring out what would make me happy. I am happy. With him. But, I could almost see the restaurant shining brightly along the streets of Seattle. He's embellishing about the restaurants here. We have a lot on the good side of town. However, there's always somewhere that could use another.

The drive wouldn't be too bad.

"What are you studying?" I ask as I help him clean up our mess.

"I'm going to be a guidance counselor. Mrs. Robbie taught me so much. She really helped me. I want to be that for someone else. I want someone to look up to me. It's sort of selfish. But, I want to help." Milo dries his hands on a towel and slips past me. I quickly sweep him up into my arms.

"You're going to be damn good at that." I kiss his forehead. It's perfect.

"You're going to be an amazing chef. We're going to have incredible kids. Life is perfect." Milo turns in my hold and wraps his arms around my neck. He kisses my neck. I hum out my approval.

Walking quickly to our room, I lay him down on the bed and begin stripping him.

"Life is perfect." I kiss his stomach after removing my clothes as well.

"I love you Batman." Milo pulls me up and kisses me deeply. His touch cuts off all words of communication.

My only focus is him. His body. His lewd noises. His pleasure.

My fingers roam his slightly toned abs and slide against the dip in his hips. My mouth traces the length of his neck. I taste his sweet skin and lay kisses all over his beautiful canvas.

"Batman." Milo huffs out my name. He is tired of my teasing.

"Koala." I kiss his ear before sucking the lobe and nibbling.

"Fuck me already." Milo grabs my hair and yanks me to his lips.

I kiss him hungrily, fighting the chuckle that threatens to rise.

"So impatient." I grab his hips and flip him to his stomach.

"Don't go easy." Milo pushes his arms out in front of him. He lays his chest against the bed. His ass stands in the air. He spreads his legs and rocks gently.

He is such a fucking minx.

The sound of my hand coming in contact with his cheek is emphasized by his lustful moan. I grab a handful of the inflamed skin. I lean over bite down where my handprint shines.

"Harder." Milo arches his back, causing his ass to come up higher. The skin pulls taut over his muscular ass.

I bring my hand down harder. The way he likes it. His moan is a beautiful sound of praise to my strength.

"Mmm. I love when you moan for me." I fall over his hips. Quickly I line myself up while kissing his spine.

"I love when you make me moan." He looks back at me with eyes full of desire.

I grab his throat and pull him in for a kiss. My Koala loves it when I'm rough.

"More." He pants as I tighten my hold.

I spread his legs with my knees so I can enter him without pause. He gasps as my head sinks into his tight hole.

"Shit. Yes." He rocks back, sucking my length into his warm tunnel. It's heaven, as always.

I lift off of him and press his shoulders down onto the bed. My hips slide back, creating distance between us. I grip his waist and pull him back before slamming my dick back into him.

"Fuck yes. Again." Milo grips the blankets and groans into the mattress.

I'm not gentle. I don't have to be. Milo is a glutton for sexual punishment.

My hips dip in every time I throttle his ass with my hard cock. He continuously groans and squeezes down tighter around my girth.

"God damn it. Harder." He pants as I continue pounding him.

I really can't go much harder while on my knees. I shift us back and stand on my feet at the edge of the bed. My dick is still snuggled tightly in his hole.

"Hold on." I growl. With that, I release the beast. My hands snap his hips back. I pound him like a jack hammer. Every part of my body pulses vibrantly with the force of my pistoning.

Milo moans so loudly. He starts screaming my name before he slips his hand over his cock. He lays his back against my chest and arches for me.

"Slow." He whispers the words as his chest heaves. Sweat drips between our bodies. I rock inside of him gently, knowing how he likes the final climb to be drawn out.

Long, slow strokes of my member saw across his prostate. He trembles while his hand milks his own cock. I kiss his shoulder and wait for the last stage.

It comes exactly how I like it. His whole body stretches. His thighs shake. His stomach lengthens as he presses into my hold. I rub my thumb down his happy trail.

A deep growl works it's way out before he bellows out my name. Just the way I love it. Hot cum shoots across his hand. He falls forward on to the blanket.

The sight of him in such disarray releases my own orgasm. Deep in his walls, I plant my seed.

"Jesus in heaven." Milo pants. I kiss him softly and rock my hips to milk out every last drop from my high.

"Love you baby." I turn his face and kiss him sweetly.

"Love you." Milo collapses. Spent.

I yank the cover off the bed and pull out of him. I lay him down and cover him with the sheet.

After grabbing another blanket, I wrap my arms around my husband. I kiss him repetitively and brush the sweat soaked tendrils back. Once he is sleeping, I close my eyes and let myself relax with him in my arms.