11th Message - [Video Post]

[dulcisnuntius]

[Dulcie's face fills the screen, a look of slight worry on her face. In the background, smoke is wafting gently out of the kitchen.]

Uh, Nathan? Baby? Where do we keep the fire extinguisher?

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[designedtoparty]

[Oooookay, looks like it's time to get back home.]

Just throw some water on it. [Pause.] When did we get a fire extinguisher?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Aren't homes supposed to have a fire extinguisher? I'm sure I saw a PSA about it once.

[designedtoparty]

Well, did you get a fire extinguisher?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

You're the one who's supposed to remember all the human stuff.

[designedtoparty]

Then we don't have one. Throw water on whatever it is. I'm nearly home, I'd like it to still be standing when I get there.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

On it! The kitchen might smell a little plastic-y for a while.

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[designedtoparty]

[Aaaaand guess who's home. He enters the flat, sniffing the air tentatively.]

So, how much brain damage do you think I'm going to get from being in here?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Rather than answering, Nathan may find himself lept on from behind by a small but very enthusiastic angel.]

Aha!

[designedtoparty]

[Amazingly, Nathan does occasionally learn things. Which means he's unsurprised enough by this he can get a proper grip to hoist her properly onto his back and piggyback her to the bedroom where it hopefully smells less of burning plastic.]

Retarded within the hour. Got it.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie cackles loudly. Using her wings as leverage, she manages to swing them around so they land on the bad Nathan-first.]


I was trying to make dinner. But then I though if the oven was on anyway it would be an awesome time to make Shrink-E-dinks!

[designedtoparty]

[Oh, that's so unfair. Not that he minds. He just grins into the mattress, wriggling until he's not face down anymore.]

Now, I'm no American, but don't they have warnings on those things that you should be supervised by an adult? Or at least someone who knows how to use an oven.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

You know I'm not good with instructions.

[Dinner is stupid anyway. Dulcie moves onto her much more enjoyable task of kissing Nathan silly. He may notice at this point that she's down to her underwear, with a slightly less sexy over-sized apron on.]

[designedtoparty]

[Okay, no more snarking. Kissing is far more fun, clearly. Even with that stupid apron on. Which is coming off, by the way. It's annoying him. Except...]

Did you definitely turn the oven off when you were done putting that fire out?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Totally!

[Which is mumbled between kisses as Dulcie goes straight for the gold and starts undoing Nathan's belt.]

I'm like 87% sure, anyway.

[designedtoparty]

[He kind of wavers there. That's not a figure he's entirely comfortable with, but the oven seems so far away. And it's supposed to be on, isn't it? It'll be all right for a few hours. Maybe. Anyway, getting rid of her knickers seems like a much easier option.]

If I die, I'm getting a new wife. One who knows how to cook this time.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Good luck trying, cowboy! I'm not so easy to get rid of.

[She grabs Nathan's hand and kisses right over his ring.]

You're totally mine, forever.

[designedtoparty]

I could still be totally yours forever and have another wife. I was thinking more along the lines of one for the kitchen and one for the sack.

[Pause.]

Do you think that's legal here?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie loves it when he doesn't argue about being her bitch. As a reward she gets back to the task of trying to get him out of his jeans as quickly as possible.]


You know better than me what's illegal here and what isn't.

[designedtoparty]

[He loves being her bitch. At least under certain circumstances. Which is probably obvious from how eager he is to help get rid of his jeans (and underwear whilst he's at it).]

Is that a dig at my life choices?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie giggles through the kisses.]

Tooootally!

[designedtoparty]

[His boxer briefs are still caught around his feet. But whatever. He doesn't care. He has enough on his mind with kissing her, slipping her a finger and keeping up the conversation. He's nothing if not a multi-tasker.]

I learn through experience. I've never tried marrying two women.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie moans and wriggles happily, unhooking her bra and flinging it across the room somewhere.]

I don't think you could keep up, cowboy.

[designedtoparty]

Yeah? [He raises his eyebrows, adding an extra finger.]

I always thought I did a pretty good job, given the circumstances.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[That does a pretty good job of shutting her up for the moment. She drops against Nathan's chest, pressing kisses on his shoulder.]

Okay. Definitely ready to go when you are.

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan nods, panting, stroking himself with his free hand as he takes his fingers out.]

When am I not?