"Have I ever told you how hot it is that you're taller than me?" Moe leaned against Izuku, making ever so certain to press her chest against his back while she squeezed him from behind. That moment only lasted a moment before she jumped up and wrapped herself around his neck, forcing him to grab her legs and give her a piggyback ride. She kissed his cheek, feeling him smile more under her touch.

Izuku laughed and stomped around their brand new officially moved-into house. It was a place they selected together, months after their wedding, though really she'd been eyeing this place for a while now. Located near Mount Takao, close enough to be in the city that they could be there in a few minutes—especially if she took the Husband Express in the morning—but far enough out that they weren't quite so crowded.

They had a garden that she was probably never going to actually tend, mostly because, well, fire. Besides, she wasn't the garden kind of old lady, she was the wine before noon kind of old lady. It's a good thing Izuku was probably going to be a great father because if and when they ever had kids, she was probably going to fuck them up.

She would not be surprised if her brats ended up worse than her and Katsuki did. Though, technically both of them did alright. She married Izuku, and Katsuki was more or less kept in check by his significant other. Though, her deal was a lot better.

Izuku grabbed her and flipped her around so that he could give her a very warm and loving kiss. "You've told me that every day since you had to get on your tippy toes to kiss me."

"I know." She swooned, and allowed Izuku to catch her. "Finding that out made my day. Totally worth putting up with dating a shrimp for so long."

"I can drop you, you know."

"Yeah, but you won't."

"What makes you so sure of that?"

"Because you love me. Duh."

Izuku rolled his eyes and stood her back up, Izuku had been whipped since he had first laid eyes on her; for years she knew how to press his buttons and get him to do just about anything she wanted. Like marry her. "You're so easy."

Then her back hit against the wall, a dull thud, echoing throughout the hallway as Izuku's thick muscular arm slammed above her. Her heart went to a dead stop, then picked up at full on panic rate as suddenly she was a school girl again, with this ultra manly version of her crush pinning her against the wall, to make things worse, Izuku's eyes were practically burning with lust and the wry smile on his face as he cupped her chin made her whimper. As much as she knew all of Izuku's buttons, he knew all of hers. Only he was very careful when to use them.

So his wall slam had her completely and utterly helpless, her legs were jello, her head was spinning and she was so turned on for whatever Izuku wanted to do to her. Was he going to kiss her? Were they going to have sex against the wall? On the counter top? On the couch? On the table? Would they break furniture?

She closed her eyes and went to lean up for the kiss that was coming. She could all but feel his hands pulling on her shirt, moving up and grabbing onto her breasts before she wrapped her arms around him. Then they would start then they would-

Wait.

Moe opened her eyes and saw that there was no one in front of her. Instead, Izuku was walking away from her. Just casually walking away from her after getting her all hot and bothered.

"You jerk! Get back here and get me off!"

XXXX

Well, they already needed a new bed frame. Something a bit strong. And more fireproof. "Maybe I should add an extra fire extinguisher to the list?"

Izuku hummed and took a sip of his coffee, it was bitter, very bitter; how did people drink this? Why was he drinking this? He wasn't a coffee drinker, the only reason he really liked it was because Moe drank it, and he got reminded of her kisses whenever he tasted coffee because of it. Not that her kisses were in short supply; some days it felt like he kissed more than he breathed.

They've been in their honeymoon phase for so long that he wasn't sure if they'd ever get out of it. Maybe there would be some kind of change once they had a kid or something. A kid huh, now there was a thought. Moe had insisted on getting this house because it was the perfect place for raising a family.

But that dream was a few years out. They were probably going to wait until that birth control thingy that Moe got finally ran its course, that would give them both more time to grow up and get ready for the whole getting ready for being parents thing. And a few more years to secure their position on the leaderboards wouldn't hurt either.

Izuku looked up from their dining room table and saw Moe shuffling towards the table, a cup of coffee clutched in both hands. No matter how often it happened, he always loved seeing her like this. In the morning, naked, save for one of his shirts, leaving her long legs exposed and the slightest movement showing off something special. It always made him feel so proud when he saw her like that. Which was a bit silly because it happened frequently.

Moe stared at the metallic seat and ruffled her nose up in disgust before moving over and sitting down on his lap.

"Good morning," Izuku laughed and pulled her into a one armed hug. "Did you sleep well?"

"Sleep." Moe snorted and took a drink of her coffee. "Ha, I don't think that qualifies as sleep. Still, you'd think that I would stop being so sore eventually."

"Aren't you the one that grabbed onto the headboard and kept screaming-"

"Shhh, let's not talk about that next time, next time let's do it gently, just a nice slow, easy grind, something that won't leave me feel like my legs are jello."

"But don't you like the jello legs?"

"Not the point."

AN: Yes. That's the end. Deal with it. I said I was going to be ending this story soon, and I meant it. I know this chapter seems short, but that's not from lack of trying to write something longer. As much as I love writing Moe, this fic has run its course and I hope you all enjoyed it.

See ya next time.