Happy National Uihai Day to you, too. 😉 

“Help me, Ui-Wan Kenobi,” says Hairu. She leans her head over his. He’s perched on one of her kitchen stools, looking over their latest case notes.

“Hmm?”

“You’re my only hope.” Hairu tugs him up.

“I think you’re mine.” Ui’s arms encircle her.

“Goody.” Hairu skips away, and, puzzled, Ui follows her into their bathroom.

To his surprise, the room is saturated with steam from the running shower. 

“What is this?”

“We need to relax, the both of us.” Hairu pulls off her shirt, and Ui’s pulse races. “Let work go tonight.” 

She turns around to unbutton his collar, and Ui has to smile. “Always, for you.”

They step into the shower together. Hairu giggles as water runs down her face. “Ah, so relaxing.”

“You’re more relaxing,” Ui teases.

“Oh?” Hairu smiles coyly.

He runs his hands down her curves. “Yes.”

Ui gasps as Hairu nibbles his chest. “Okay, maybe relaxing isn’t the word.”

“You’re too sexy,” she says, kissing him. “It’s unfair.”

“You’re the sexy one.” Ui knows it’s a lame comeback, but she never seems to mind his lack of creativity. . 

She hoists herself onto his hips and wraps her legs around him.

Ui struggles not to fall. And then he’s slipping on soap scum, and they both collapse under a steaming waterfall.

Hairu rolls on top of him. “Now I’ve got you.” 

Her hair drips down into his. Ui smiles up at her. stroking her cheeks. Whenever he’s with Hairu, he already feels clean.